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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 522 | 2014-02-20 03:07:45 | 41.21 | 95% |
| 452 | 2013-11-15 01:19:59 | 37.92 | 91% |