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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 837 | 2016-03-03 07:11:54 | 53.02 | 92% |
| 718 | 2015-12-31 10:52:14 | 55.24 | 92% |
| 658 | 2015-12-28 04:14:49 | 53.95 | 90% |
| 38 | 2015-11-17 07:57:39 | 49.21 | 88% |