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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 393 | 2014-02-06 21:07:18 | 53.49 | 97% |
| 200 | 2014-01-28 20:08:46 | 50.53 | 96% |
| 60 | 2014-01-23 17:49:06 | 44.56 | 91% |