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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 799 | 2014-05-09 13:18:42 | 109.57 | 97% |
| 572 | 2014-05-01 13:36:44 | 98.39 | 96% |
| 110 | 2014-04-01 18:16:09 | 89.53 | 95% |