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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 202 | 2015-03-10 02:25:36 | 42.79 | 99% |
| 102 | 2015-02-06 06:51:46 | 58.38 | 100% |
| 12 | 2014-09-25 09:35:12 | 51.20 | 97% |