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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 792 | 2015-03-17 23:54:12 | 78.69 | 97% |
| 671 | 2015-03-12 04:24:16 | 70.68 | 94% |
| 383 | 2015-03-08 03:08:32 | 66.08 | 95% |