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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 509 | 2016-08-11 12:55:22 | 66.73 | 92% |
| 429 | 2016-07-19 06:13:38 | 71.17 | 94% |
| 209 | 2016-04-19 09:46:22 | 59.40 | 91% |