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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 806 | 2016-09-21 07:13:43 | 67.01 | 89% |
| 778 | 2016-09-20 02:03:22 | 66.56 | 91% |
| 97 | 2016-08-30 07:53:03 | 63.26 | 89% |