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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 352 | 2015-10-01 08:06:23 | 43.96 | 93% |
| 351 | 2015-10-01 08:04:47 | 47.31 | 94% |
| 212 | 2015-09-29 08:01:52 | 42.60 | 91% |