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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 905 | 2015-04-08 20:51:37 | 70.91 | 87% |
| 642 | 2015-01-19 23:09:48 | 72.47 | 94% |
| 86 | 2014-12-24 00:42:23 | 45.62 | 94% |