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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1174 | 2015-04-08 14:34:23 | 47.84 | 88% |
| 1064 | 2014-04-15 17:42:42 | 39.87 | 84% |
| 1054 | 2014-04-15 17:28:56 | 47.26 | 91% |
| 699 | 2014-02-24 21:51:25 | 44.96 | 90% |
| 439 | 2013-12-09 20:10:13 | 40.47 | 90% |