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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 556 | 2015-03-02 09:31:02 | 119.39 | 95% |
| 348 | 2015-01-27 23:11:49 | 86.42 | 88% |
| 328 | 2015-01-27 07:28:06 | 112.61 | 90% |