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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 586 | 2017-08-10 10:27:37 | 63.98 | 99% |
| 71 | 2014-03-27 12:28:36 | 53.74 | 95% |
| 40 | 2014-03-27 07:38:43 | 50.82 | 94% |