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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1016 | 2015-11-28 14:46:31 | 86.26 | 89% |
| 854 | 2015-10-14 06:53:01 | 100.69 | 96% |
| 425 | 2009-06-07 17:25:49 | 43.16 |