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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 131 | 2015-12-28 04:12:56 | 99.56 | 99% |
| 70 | 2015-12-28 00:42:20 | 77.98 | 89% |