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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 763 | 2016-04-08 12:10:41 | 79.03 | 94% |
| 489 | 2016-03-13 14:19:21 | 67.24 | 92% |
| 189 | 2012-06-08 17:56:01 | 78.08 | 97% |
| 84 | 2012-01-25 21:10:52 | 73.57 | 94% |