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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 695 | 2015-08-12 17:44:56 | 127.54 | 98% |
| 668 | 2015-08-12 14:44:23 | 123.38 | 96% |
| 638 | 2015-08-12 13:40:15 | 125.15 | 98% |