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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 324 | 2015-12-10 02:58:31 | 51.14 | 91% |
| 256 | 2015-12-03 06:52:47 | 48.70 | 91% |
| 129 | 2015-11-20 06:58:44 | 46.90 | 89% |