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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1725 | 2016-03-16 13:15:04 | 84.35 | 95% |
| 1189 | 2016-02-16 14:06:50 | 73.82 | 92% |
| 144 | 2015-08-28 20:53:28 | 60.98 | 94% |