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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1237 | 2016-05-07 02:52:17 | 150.96 | 92% |
| 1131 | 2016-03-30 05:17:04 | 157.54 | 98% |
| 635 | 2014-01-06 22:52:03 | 128.46 | 91% |
| 364 | 2013-11-08 21:47:12 | 165.88 | 98% |