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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 608 | 2013-12-19 15:48:23 | 65.58 | 87% |
| 384 | 2013-12-06 23:29:35 | 72.25 | 95% |
| 273 | 2013-12-02 18:36:57 | 58.81 | 90% |