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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1010 | 2015-01-30 22:55:01 | 74.29 | 95% |
| 560 | 2014-10-14 15:40:22 | 57.13 | 96% |
| 428 | 2014-10-08 20:11:39 | 56.23 | 96% |