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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3155 | 2015-05-30 12:13:20 | 73.20 | 92% |
| 1263 | 2015-02-23 19:50:17 | 60.34 | 96% |
| 234 | 2015-01-03 13:49:44 | 75.38 | 97% |