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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1122 | 2016-03-02 21:15:13 | 54.09 | 94% |
| 991 | 2015-11-04 15:38:22 | 57.43 | 94% |
| 780 | 2015-10-01 20:03:19 | 49.01 | 91% |
| 294 | 2015-08-18 20:42:47 | 50.84 | 97% |