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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1748 | 2016-10-11 16:24:53 | 115.29 | 96% |
| 1395 | 2014-12-11 07:20:16 | 108.86 | 94% |
| 1353 | 2014-08-06 19:12:21 | 127.78 | 98% |
| 1316 | 2014-07-08 16:08:30 | 115.54 | 96% |