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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1031 | 2014-09-17 09:14:17 | 85.84 | 96% |
| 850 | 2014-02-10 10:28:30 | 95.67 | 97% |
| 459 | 2014-01-20 13:50:45 | 81.92 | 96% |
| 339 | 2014-01-15 06:06:09 | 77.80 | 96% |