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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1300 | 2014-10-24 02:34:14 | 85.11 | 97% |
| 965 | 2014-05-20 12:33:12 | 70.76 | 93% |
| 910 | 2014-05-13 03:01:56 | 75.95 | 94% |
| 465 | 2014-02-27 18:18:57 | 67.93 | 92% |