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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1228 | 2016-08-23 20:56:56 | 57.77 | 98% |
| 1067 | 2016-08-15 18:04:36 | 48.81 | 94% |
| 9 | 2015-06-15 05:54:43 | 41.94 | 97% |