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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1142 | 2014-12-05 02:59:39 | 66.52 | 93% |
| 280 | 2014-10-10 01:38:09 | 49.90 | 86% |
| 252 | 2014-10-10 00:57:45 | 73.62 | 97% |