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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 749 | 2016-09-29 19:09:45 | 75.92 | 95% |
| 278 | 2013-05-28 03:39:57 | 75.20 | 93% |