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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 485 | 2016-04-16 20:40:58 | 104.20 | 99% |
| 340 | 2015-10-15 22:43:35 | 94.00 | 94% |