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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 524 | 2015-02-06 16:06:28 | 42.05 | 93% |
| 408 | 2014-12-13 16:25:23 | 40.54 | 93% |
| 317 | 2014-05-24 04:28:25 | 38.96 | 91% |