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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 626 | 2014-11-13 16:22:25 | 69.71 | 94% |
| 567 | 2014-11-11 16:56:46 | 76.44 | 97% |
| 522 | 2014-11-10 16:43:34 | 77.99 | 97% |
| 61 | 2014-09-04 14:51:07 | 66.71 | 96% |