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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 757 | 2015-11-05 09:10:37 | 67.03 | 96% |
| 102 | 2015-03-15 13:12:23 | 33.96 | 94% |
| 47 | 2015-03-10 10:52:50 | 29.14 | 92% |