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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 554 | 2013-10-16 23:22:34 | 38.90 | 94% |
| 380 | 2013-10-07 00:53:42 | 34.43 | 94% |
| 306 | 2013-10-02 05:18:51 | 36.92 | 94% |
| 184 | 2013-09-30 03:38:25 | 33.87 | 94% |