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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 807 | 2015-07-09 15:16:48 | 65.11 | 92% |
| 287 | 2015-02-05 03:53:22 | 63.27 | 91% |
| 266 | 2015-02-01 22:58:56 | 65.43 | 94% |