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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1621 | 2016-01-27 19:08:59 | 83.18 | 90% |
| 1325 | 2015-11-20 21:07:20 | 75.87 | 87% |
| 645 | 2015-09-14 00:24:20 | 78.31 | 94% |
| 503 | 2015-06-19 21:34:42 | 74.53 | 93% |