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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 858 | 2016-08-27 15:00:29 | 42.80 | 90% |
| 769 | 2016-08-08 19:50:19 | 47.37 | 93% |
| 693 | 2015-12-03 20:22:44 | 39.71 | 89% |