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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 372 | 2015-11-04 05:54:12 | 93.52 | 92% |
| 296 | 2015-07-15 06:04:53 | 93.38 | 91% |