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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1128 | 2016-08-07 10:09:31 | 57.96 | 94% |
| 475 | 2016-06-13 00:10:01 | 43.09 | 88% |
| 230 | 2016-06-07 10:35:56 | 49.01 | 94% |