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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 497 | 2014-11-14 09:37:39 | 92.22 | 100% |
| 371 | 2014-10-24 11:44:54 | 83.74 | 96% |
| 370 | 2014-10-24 11:42:22 | 80.70 | 96% |