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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 383 | 2016-04-26 18:19:18 | 71.82 | 87% |
| 365 | 2016-04-21 18:05:01 | 67.29 | 82% |
| 337 | 2016-04-20 18:24:38 | 65.53 | 83% |