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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 607 | 2016-10-20 19:05:17 | 78.51 | 90% |
| 73 | 2015-07-02 14:38:59 | 66.58 | 88% |