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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2072 | 2016-04-26 00:41:32 | 68.67 | 93% |
| 2055 | 2016-04-14 00:16:43 | 56.44 | 88% |
| 340 | 2016-03-10 21:04:36 | 64.82 | 97% |