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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1714 | 2014-06-23 22:02:05 | 66.17 | 87% |
| 1621 | 2014-05-10 23:27:20 | 69.71 | 91% |
| 177 | 2014-02-27 18:29:17 | 77.13 | 94% |
| 167 | 2014-02-27 18:18:54 | 72.89 | 93% |
| 29 | 2014-02-25 16:42:14 | 75.09 | 94% |