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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 390 | 2014-06-11 05:22:08 | 105.95 | 93% |
| 148 | 2014-01-13 20:28:18 | 118.40 | 96% |