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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1140 | 2016-04-12 02:50:40 | 85.94 | 85% |
| 323 | 2016-03-05 06:39:43 | 57.82 | 78% |
| 144 | 2015-03-01 22:39:25 | 70.22 | 81% |