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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 769 | 2015-05-06 07:15:55 | 85.50 | 96% |
| 501 | 2014-02-26 06:33:42 | 77.93 | 93% |
| 107 | 2012-10-10 15:39:18 | 78.60 | 99% |