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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 809 | 2016-01-04 19:00:04 | 74.55 | 95% |
| 582 | 2014-07-08 17:09:30 | 71.26 | 92% |
| 33 | 2014-05-22 13:39:10 | 66.48 | 96% |