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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 263 | 2019-06-20 05:15:48 | 65.31 | 96% |
| 80 | 2009-12-13 03:56:53 | 26.48 |