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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 221 | 2014-04-08 09:23:24 | 54.00 | 95% |
| 182 | 2014-04-04 12:22:41 | 46.43 | 89% |