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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1095 | 2016-08-09 21:38:00 | 122.44 | 97% |
| 43 | 2013-06-25 03:12:30 | 88.70 | 91% |