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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 349 | 2015-09-13 12:33:53 | 132.19 | 100% |
| 9 | 2014-02-07 15:30:36 | 112.60 | 97% |