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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1040 | 2015-03-21 05:18:47 | 52.41 | 95% |
| 800 | 2014-04-06 17:57:50 | 50.85 | 93% |
| 320 | 2014-03-11 19:17:56 | 52.58 | 97% |