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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 699 | 2016-12-13 12:45:22 | 49.38 | 95% |
| 598 | 2016-12-13 10:09:20 | 49.79 | 95% |
| 181 | 2016-12-10 11:59:40 | 40.50 | 96% |
| 164 | 2016-12-10 11:36:32 | 46.18 | 98% |