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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 676 | 2015-08-08 12:50:43 | 78.65 | 97% |
| 247 | 2015-06-11 18:21:47 | 61.50 | 93% |
| 100 | 2015-05-22 10:11:49 | 70.43 | 97% |