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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2056 | 2017-04-04 13:57:40 | 67.44 | 97% |
| 706 | 2017-01-06 18:40:35 | 56.51 | 94% |