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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1665 | 2017-02-15 07:42:12 | 85.98 | 92% |
| 186 | 2016-09-15 07:26:25 | 80.45 | 90% |