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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 134 | 2015-12-10 06:45:29 | 82.96 | 94% |
| 108 | 2015-12-08 17:59:48 | 71.61 | 88% |
| 66 | 2015-12-08 10:14:53 | 74.69 | 91% |