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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1788 | 2015-03-22 12:34:29 | 52.35 | 92% |
| 1701 | 2015-03-21 08:47:02 | 55.35 | 96% |
| 1676 | 2015-03-20 19:12:55 | 53.95 | 94% |
| 1645 | 2015-03-15 16:26:32 | 56.79 | 97% |
| 1167 | 2015-02-27 16:40:36 | 47.23 | 92% |
| 949 | 2015-02-19 13:42:38 | 43.76 | 94% |