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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2487 | 2014-09-23 18:37:06 | 64.38 | 96% |
| 1635 | 2014-08-31 21:39:21 | 56.95 | 95% |
| 946 | 2014-08-10 19:06:29 | 53.00 | 93% |
| 934 | 2014-08-10 18:30:18 | 48.05 | 94% |
| 898 | 2014-08-10 15:22:19 | 56.17 | 96% |
| 405 | 2014-08-01 15:48:23 | 58.52 | 95% |
| 124 | 2014-07-28 14:44:48 | 55.95 | 92% |