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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1793 | 2016-09-05 10:36:38 | 64.15 | 94% |
| 1739 | 2016-08-13 12:39:39 | 74.75 | 97% |
| 1422 | 2016-07-13 08:03:08 | 66.18 | 93% |
| 1418 | 2016-07-13 06:55:25 | 66.50 | 93% |
| 119 | 2013-12-08 03:36:13 | 40.22 | 93% |