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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 305 | 2014-12-14 18:37:29 | 91.35 | 94% |
| 275 | 2014-12-11 15:53:16 | 83.49 | 92% |