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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1794 | 2015-10-31 07:04:05 | 66.76 | 95% |
| 768 | 2015-08-13 12:06:47 | 64.26 | 99% |
| 751 | 2015-08-13 11:50:02 | 65.77 | 100% |