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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 960 | 2016-08-25 16:18:21 | 71.85 | 96% |
| 747 | 2016-08-17 17:57:35 | 66.97 | 97% |
| 244 | 2013-06-20 17:15:54 | 43.14 | 95% |
| 104 | 2013-06-14 00:42:55 | 31.44 | 86% |