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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 862 | 2015-07-15 16:08:05 | 49.21 | 96% |
| 796 | 2015-07-15 05:28:34 | 51.02 | 94% |
| 785 | 2015-07-15 05:10:16 | 44.39 | 92% |
| 737 | 2015-06-26 11:52:54 | 42.81 | 92% |
| 409 | 2015-06-22 10:49:03 | 41.40 | 89% |
| 327 | 2015-06-06 13:22:13 | 42.83 | 93% |