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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 322 | 2016-01-22 16:45:31 | 61.90 | 91% |
| 240 | 2016-01-18 00:50:43 | 53.70 | 87% |
| 185 | 2016-01-17 22:14:22 | 58.63 | 91% |