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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1048 | 2017-01-10 07:15:40 | 60.75 | 93% |
| 640 | 2015-09-06 13:50:49 | 57.22 | 95% |
| 403 | 2015-08-06 19:53:35 | 50.54 | 94% |