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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1197 | 2017-12-14 04:18:39 | 109.33 | 100% |
| 224 | 2009-03-10 03:06:11 | 94.21 |