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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1008 | 2016-03-15 18:11:05 | 55.09 | 81% |
| 734 | 2016-03-07 19:09:22 | 68.38 | 87% |
| 379 | 2016-02-24 14:41:49 | 69.70 | 93% |