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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1044 | 2015-12-01 08:28:37 | 53.43 | 90% |
| 643 | 2015-08-17 08:48:11 | 45.80 | 87% |
| 563 | 2015-08-01 14:59:44 | 49.99 | 93% |