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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1243 | 2015-07-14 21:49:53 | 93.82 | 95% |
| 146 | 2014-07-14 16:27:26 | 71.06 | 94% |
| 69 | 2014-07-02 09:27:28 | 62.06 | 91% |