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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1801 | 2014-05-30 03:12:19 | 89.94 | 93% |
| 408 | 2014-02-27 02:26:53 | 74.48 | 95% |
| 283 | 2014-02-21 23:14:24 | 71.98 | 93% |