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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1267 | 2015-03-25 21:17:03 | 67.01 | 96% |
| 1207 | 2015-03-01 23:31:41 | 56.62 | 93% |
| 1080 | 2014-11-03 01:53:01 | 57.10 | 96% |