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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1318 | 2016-09-26 05:54:15 | 77.30 | 89% |
| 597 | 2016-08-04 06:40:46 | 69.29 | 89% |
| 242 | 2012-10-31 12:31:31 | 73.05 | 92% |