And in the world a heart of darkness, a firezone, where poets speak their hearts then bleed for it. Jara sang, his song a weapon, in the hands of love. You know his blood still cries from the ground. It runs like a river to the sea. We run like a river runs to the sea.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 252 | 2015-03-17 12:47:33 | 72.39 | 91% |
| 246 | 2015-03-17 12:27:00 | 74.50 | 92% |