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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 718 | 2014-08-28 07:51:24 | 77.59 | 97% |
| 386 | 2014-06-23 00:20:59 | 59.77 | 90% |
| 153 | 2014-06-14 13:13:51 | 65.63 | 94% |