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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 425 | 2017-06-02 19:50:57 | 48.91 | 88% |
| 204 | 2017-05-23 20:00:17 | 48.13 | 91% |
| 163 | 2017-05-19 13:34:55 | 50.09 | 91% |