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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 199 | 2015-06-12 19:08:24 | 54.40 | 94% |
| 173 | 2015-06-10 22:35:50 | 44.48 | 90% |
| 141 | 2015-06-09 17:42:46 | 30.43 | 94% |