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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 637 | 2016-12-02 21:31:07 | 76.83 | 99% |
| 289 | 2016-04-06 13:03:54 | 87.50 | 99% |
| 206 | 2016-02-26 16:02:48 | 77.90 | 100% |