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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 830 | 2014-10-14 14:47:12 | 81.22 | 97% |
| 706 | 2014-09-22 16:35:27 | 75.09 | 95% |