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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 545 | 2016-03-30 19:12:34 | 95.36 | 96% |
| 496 | 2016-03-26 04:53:05 | 86.61 | 89% |
| 20 | 2015-12-19 13:14:59 | 93.10 | 93% |