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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 64 | 2017-01-18 03:15:06 | 93.64 | 92% |
| 38 | 2016-10-09 09:22:18 | 98.30 | 94% |