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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 396 | 2015-09-28 10:21:21 | 42.21 | 91% |
| 347 | 2015-07-08 09:24:29 | 36.04 | 86% |
| 146 | 2014-05-03 12:06:05 | 39.57 | 89% |