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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2114 | 2015-05-12 03:05:40 | 56.01 | 90% |
| 857 | 2015-03-26 21:43:28 | 59.91 | 93% |
| 503 | 2015-03-17 23:54:34 | 51.18 | 85% |