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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1152 | 2014-12-29 20:23:31 | 40.08 | 93% |
| 960 | 2014-12-18 19:35:07 | 36.23 | 89% |
| 733 | 2014-12-13 16:24:55 | 39.40 | 96% |
| 327 | 2014-11-28 15:48:09 | 32.09 | 96% |