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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1336 | 2015-08-20 23:33:14 | 121.02 | 96% |
| 1218 | 2015-08-09 16:19:05 | 98.18 | 93% |
| 707 | 2015-07-25 16:08:33 | 104.91 | 92% |
| 363 | 2015-07-20 02:48:45 | 84.83 | 86% |