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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1003 | 2016-06-07 17:32:03 | 64.50 | 91% |
| 914 | 2016-05-27 20:18:12 | 71.94 | 97% |
| 762 | 2016-05-20 19:05:06 | 73.38 | 97% |