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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 915 | 2014-12-24 15:55:53 | 60.07 | 85% |
| 613 | 2014-12-09 14:42:38 | 59.99 | 86% |
| 77 | 2014-11-16 22:28:23 | 48.19 | 87% |