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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1960 | 2015-05-21 14:44:25 | 49.49 | 84% |
| 1581 | 2015-05-13 16:13:19 | 44.39 | 73% |
| 567 | 2015-05-05 14:30:34 | 54.14 | 82% |