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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 713 | 2014-11-29 04:35:20 | 66.17 | 92% |
| 659 | 2014-09-02 21:37:02 | 60.03 | 90% |
| 566 | 2014-06-06 21:53:40 | 68.37 | 92% |