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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 267 | 2014-07-24 16:11:01 | 58.60 | 90% |
| 110 | 2014-06-06 17:43:03 | 54.19 | 92% |
| 99 | 2014-06-05 17:04:02 | 47.84 | 88% |
| 28 | 2014-05-18 18:46:15 | 56.75 | 94% |