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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1718 | 2015-11-13 18:44:20 | 81.99 | 91% |
| 787 | 2015-10-24 03:03:12 | 74.19 | 93% |
| 714 | 2015-10-21 21:36:31 | 68.99 | 91% |