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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 154 | 2017-04-28 21:09:55 | 116.05 | 96% |
| 7 | 2013-11-26 20:07:47 | 86.40 | 92% |