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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2139 | 2016-01-10 08:21:00 | 80.86 | 96% |
| 1904 | 2015-11-22 18:17:54 | 71.07 | 93% |
| 1646 | 2015-11-14 21:56:29 | 75.06 | 97% |
| 1271 | 2015-11-06 13:21:40 | 68.75 | 94% |