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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 119 | 2015-03-16 18:06:37 | 94.59 | 91% |
| 97 | 2015-03-15 17:11:33 | 73.53 | 86% |