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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 902 | 2013-03-05 08:26:24 | 69.99 | 95% |
| 841 | 2013-03-04 03:59:43 | 69.74 | 96% |
| 629 | 2013-02-22 01:53:17 | 63.77 | 95% |