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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 955 | 2014-05-31 18:39:37 | 74.52 | 98% |
| 356 | 2014-05-13 14:10:26 | 60.41 | 92% |
| 123 | 2014-04-24 18:36:18 | 60.69 | 96% |