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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1539 | 2016-03-27 08:35:31 | 55.73 | 93% |
| 1160 | 2015-08-13 12:13:41 | 41.78 | 93% |
| 835 | 2015-08-08 12:01:12 | 41.52 | 89% |