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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 121 | 2015-11-01 15:29:01 | 73.61 | 93% |
| 93 | 2015-10-29 17:14:41 | 69.68 | 91% |
| 89 | 2015-10-29 17:09:21 | 66.12 | 90% |
| 28 | 2015-10-23 06:04:25 | 60.69 | 91% |