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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 47 | 2016-03-09 18:38:32 | 61.29 | 94% |
| 13 | 2016-03-02 18:32:31 | 65.25 | 93% |