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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 842 | 2016-07-02 04:20:09 | 38.16 | 92% |
| 792 | 2016-06-30 05:17:15 | 35.42 | 83% |
| 530 | 2016-06-24 11:06:01 | 40.17 | 89% |