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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 664 | 2016-08-21 08:27:58 | 95.06 | 97% |
| 630 | 2016-08-20 08:40:08 | 80.06 | 91% |
| 354 | 2016-08-06 17:11:13 | 65.35 | 86% |