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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1208 | 2016-08-29 11:58:47 | 35.79 | 97% |
| 464 | 2015-10-12 15:37:29 | 40.78 | 94% |