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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2240 | 2015-08-26 07:46:13 | 96.66 | 97% |
| 1854 | 2014-10-02 12:18:36 | 97.07 | 99% |
| 665 | 2014-02-18 13:45:26 | 80.74 | 94% |
| 384 | 2014-01-09 09:32:30 | 66.62 | 89% |