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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1701 | 2013-11-26 11:14:32 | 74.83 | 96% |
| 1604 | 2013-11-20 10:59:58 | 74.71 | 95% |
| 314 | 2013-02-28 08:45:03 | 66.69 | 94% |