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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 472 | 2016-10-20 12:26:51 | 67.22 | 94% |
| 461 | 2016-10-18 08:42:42 | 65.25 | 96% |
| 228 | 2016-09-12 14:10:13 | 57.10 | 92% |