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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 569 | 2016-04-16 11:27:42 | 80.24 | 88% |
| 560 | 2016-04-16 09:32:38 | 74.71 | 87% |
| 277 | 2016-04-01 11:37:44 | 72.96 | 89% |
| 171 | 2016-03-26 23:00:16 | 86.64 | 92% |