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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1900 | 2017-01-24 15:10:02 | 63.18 | 91% |
| 938 | 2016-04-22 13:29:09 | 63.31 | 92% |
| 662 | 2016-02-23 14:27:47 | 48.10 | 95% |