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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 339 | 2015-07-20 22:59:26 | 56.84 | 88% |
| 226 | 2015-07-16 18:46:52 | 71.13 | 96% |