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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 855 | 2019-01-30 21:22:25 | 112.21 | 98% |
| 408 | 2012-03-26 20:27:52 | 98.58 | 89% |