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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1398 | 2016-09-13 09:41:34 | 45.79 | 88% |
| 1036 | 2016-03-23 06:17:35 | 57.35 | 96% |
| 636 | 2015-06-22 15:44:12 | 46.50 | 95% |