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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1057 | 2016-06-23 22:12:15 | 100.92 | 97% |
| 952 | 2014-08-19 06:31:21 | 109.37 | 98% |
| 762 | 2013-11-19 12:12:28 | 94.85 | 98% |
| 456 | 2013-07-29 04:33:35 | 84.81 | 92% |