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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 277 | 2015-07-08 23:09:49 | 62.78 | 94% |
| 194 | 2015-07-04 02:16:42 | 59.68 | 93% |