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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1168 | 2015-04-26 03:56:10 | 74.55 | 93% |
| 672 | 2015-03-09 08:16:16 | 80.52 | 98% |
| 646 | 2015-03-07 05:37:58 | 69.50 | 95% |