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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1003 | 2016-09-01 17:39:29 | 81.95 | 96% |
| 851 | 2016-08-27 19:00:54 | 74.05 | 96% |
| 32 | 2014-12-12 22:55:37 | 55.62 | 90% |