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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1087 | 2015-08-07 21:49:28 | 52.43 | 92% |
| 951 | 2015-08-03 21:04:38 | 40.83 | 90% |
| 348 | 2013-12-01 10:20:35 | 50.50 | 91% |
| 149 | 2013-11-23 03:54:39 | 46.93 | 91% |
| 123 | 2013-11-19 19:21:56 | 48.97 | 95% |