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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 825 | 2016-08-23 19:12:56 | 63.43 | 90% |
| 726 | 2016-08-16 18:48:25 | 62.15 | 91% |
| 429 | 2016-08-02 20:51:57 | 59.90 | 89% |