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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1287 | 2014-02-22 14:26:06 | 55.42 | 97% |
| 1201 | 2014-02-15 17:34:55 | 54.21 | 98% |
| 406 | 2014-01-14 21:11:19 | 42.47 | 92% |
| 345 | 2014-01-12 21:28:07 | 43.03 | 93% |