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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 660 | 2015-04-15 03:31:30 | 98.72 | 94% |
| 594 | 2015-04-14 03:33:25 | 84.73 | 93% |
| 409 | 2015-04-09 12:45:35 | 96.16 | 96% |
| 182 | 2015-04-05 02:37:04 | 92.70 | 96% |