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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 863 | 2014-08-07 04:41:46 | 38.37 | 92% |
| 321 | 2014-07-30 06:53:22 | 36.34 | 97% |
| 86 | 2014-07-02 18:56:39 | 33.38 | 92% |