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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 376 | 2014-08-17 14:22:27 | 39.76 | 93% |
| 271 | 2014-07-27 12:57:57 | 36.48 | 93% |
| 206 | 2014-07-23 15:45:20 | 44.69 | 96% |