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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 874 | 2015-07-25 05:25:13 | 57.25 | 96% |
| 828 | 2015-07-19 17:44:32 | 52.16 | 91% |
| 362 | 2015-06-06 18:52:58 | 50.98 | 88% |