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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1593 | 2014-04-04 15:53:03 | 77.40 | 95% |
| 1017 | 2014-02-05 06:22:39 | 83.99 | 97% |
| 901 | 2013-11-21 16:34:45 | 63.86 | 87% |
| 126 | 2013-09-17 02:39:42 | 65.64 | 91% |