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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3121 | 2015-09-11 23:47:07 | 61.17 | 96% |
| 2861 | 2015-07-28 02:52:42 | 57.33 | 94% |
| 1237 | 2015-04-19 20:59:17 | 50.59 | 93% |