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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1250 | 2015-06-16 19:24:34 | 106.61 | 95% |
| 615 | 2015-04-17 21:36:29 | 110.78 | 98% |