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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2794 | 2016-01-01 00:05:04 | 30.18 | 92% |
| 2621 | 2015-11-23 23:38:04 | 59.12 | 93% |
| 2101 | 2015-10-20 23:31:28 | 54.85 | 87% |
| 1998 | 2015-10-20 01:47:52 | 51.66 | 89% |
| 1170 | 2015-09-12 22:36:13 | 49.06 | 89% |
| 1044 | 2015-09-09 00:36:50 | 44.82 | 87% |