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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 436 | 2016-05-29 15:17:09 | 42.49 | 88% |
| 367 | 2016-05-17 04:12:40 | 52.17 | 87% |
| 336 | 2016-05-05 13:22:19 | 51.59 | 87% |