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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1231 | 2015-02-05 23:09:30 | 55.33 | 97% |
| 1041 | 2014-12-23 16:32:35 | 54.36 | 94% |
| 194 | 2013-05-08 15:15:29 | 46.71 | 90% |