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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 114 | 2015-03-23 07:45:25 | 43.02 | 95% |
| 84 | 2015-03-20 07:06:11 | 42.82 | 93% |
| 80 | 2015-03-20 07:01:28 | 42.02 | 92% |