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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1044 | 2014-09-05 13:41:07 | 123.86 | 99% |
| 888 | 2014-08-10 00:32:38 | 109.59 | 96% |
| 283 | 2014-01-11 18:39:58 | 97.30 | 93% |