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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 462 | 2017-04-26 03:28:38 | 81.49 | 95% |
| 152 | 2016-11-08 21:18:40 | 74.00 | 90% |