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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 176 | 2016-07-22 06:26:06 | 82.90 | 92% |
| 44 | 2016-02-02 07:11:58 | 80.38 | 95% |