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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 859 | 2015-10-06 05:50:03 | 65.13 | 91% |
| 800 | 2015-09-29 16:38:14 | 71.50 | 92% |
| 540 | 2015-07-13 10:30:56 | 62.30 | 88% |