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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 636 | 2016-04-20 07:22:22 | 85.03 | 93% |
| 245 | 2015-12-20 19:53:44 | 82.72 | 94% |
| 225 | 2015-12-20 08:20:44 | 89.84 | 96% |