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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1737 | 2016-06-20 18:05:07 | 71.01 | 94% |
| 425 | 2016-05-03 15:02:23 | 58.76 | 94% |
| 258 | 2016-04-13 14:46:34 | 61.04 | 97% |