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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 694 | 2015-11-26 14:43:48 | 88.45 | 92% |
| 306 | 2015-07-28 14:57:51 | 70.26 | 89% |