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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1267 | 2015-05-10 04:15:19 | 101.63 | 94% |
| 1044 | 2015-03-05 22:22:17 | 101.83 | 95% |
| 884 | 2015-01-26 22:15:54 | 102.55 | 94% |
| 588 | 2014-11-20 13:54:58 | 97.42 | 98% |