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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 752 | 2015-11-22 10:17:34 | 50.80 | 89% |
| 523 | 2015-06-22 20:11:59 | 58.83 | 92% |
| 233 | 2015-04-22 10:53:34 | 54.98 | 93% |