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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 710 | 2014-06-22 14:13:56 | 47.08 | 95% |
| 668 | 2014-05-13 15:15:56 | 46.87 | 91% |
| 361 | 2014-02-02 07:40:00 | 41.59 | 92% |