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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1303 | 2015-11-11 19:38:08 | 54.39 | 93% |
| 1206 | 2015-10-30 17:25:19 | 57.47 | 97% |
| 1120 | 2015-10-26 19:31:59 | 54.19 | 96% |