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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1494 | 2015-10-28 15:35:15 | 83.16 | 96% |
| 1335 | 2015-10-26 15:54:17 | 76.75 | 92% |
| 959 | 2015-10-15 15:32:04 | 80.73 | 92% |
| 668 | 2015-10-07 14:13:04 | 83.76 | 96% |