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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1289 | 2015-05-04 21:14:34 | 77.85 | 93% |
| 1200 | 2015-04-28 20:28:41 | 80.79 | 97% |
| 450 | 2015-03-16 20:36:04 | 83.31 | 96% |