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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 495 | 2016-01-28 13:10:07 | 69.30 | 93% |
| 119 | 2015-06-03 06:17:32 | 60.94 | 86% |
| 26 | 2015-04-25 11:00:55 | 58.24 | 87% |