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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1080 | 2014-10-09 15:13:31 | 118.01 | 93% |
| 940 | 2014-10-02 14:09:44 | 102.48 | 93% |
| 138 | 2014-08-27 18:55:37 | 98.56 | 95% |