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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1382 | 2016-06-27 22:49:27 | 90.29 | 99% |
| 775 | 2016-06-17 21:12:50 | 65.15 | 88% |
| 619 | 2016-01-19 08:17:04 | 65.86 | 92% |
| 610 | 2016-01-19 08:08:54 | 67.32 | 93% |
| 295 | 2016-01-02 06:49:55 | 68.08 | 91% |