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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1175 | 2014-09-30 17:30:23 | 95.07 | 95% |
| 991 | 2014-09-25 02:56:49 | 87.54 | 91% |
| 939 | 2014-09-24 04:56:13 | 101.79 | 96% |
| 784 | 2014-09-22 09:20:58 | 101.08 | 96% |
| 207 | 2014-09-08 01:12:19 | 96.00 | 96% |