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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 644 | 2015-12-19 22:08:51 | 62.15 | 94% |
| 550 | 2015-11-20 19:58:08 | 79.82 | 97% |
| 82 | 2015-08-17 17:23:36 | 62.26 | 93% |