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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 931 | 2015-02-20 18:55:40 | 73.51 | 95% |
| 872 | 2015-02-08 10:40:23 | 65.96 | 95% |
| 154 | 2014-05-03 07:01:46 | 58.95 | 93% |