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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1754 | 2015-03-04 05:47:28 | 96.13 | 91% |
| 1719 | 2014-05-10 11:11:47 | 129.60 | 96% |
| 1675 | 2014-05-08 08:36:59 | 89.89 | 85% |
| 531 | 2014-04-01 10:07:15 | 124.62 | 98% |
| 216 | 2014-03-25 11:45:54 | 113.79 | 95% |