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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 913 | 2016-03-07 19:21:38 | 74.43 | 94% |
| 414 | 2016-02-17 22:53:46 | 88.45 | 97% |
| 72 | 2015-11-25 17:48:22 | 91.93 | 97% |