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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 347 | 2015-10-19 03:38:01 | 37.58 | 87% |
| 334 | 2015-10-15 02:43:17 | 47.51 | 87% |
| 297 | 2015-10-12 18:09:16 | 53.16 | 92% |