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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1022 | 2015-10-22 13:33:47 | 56.08 | 91% |
| 267 | 2015-03-06 08:38:48 | 33.47 | 84% |