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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 458 | 2014-05-21 02:48:31 | 65.86 | 89% |
| 153 | 2014-04-14 01:08:49 | 60.60 | 92% |
| 142 | 2014-04-14 00:47:55 | 55.93 | 92% |