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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 619 | 2015-01-09 08:45:01 | 50.08 | 87% |
| 605 | 2015-01-08 07:41:06 | 58.89 | 96% |
| 407 | 2014-12-06 12:50:32 | 49.82 | 91% |
| 170 | 2014-02-09 16:50:08 | 43.54 | 91% |