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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1295 | 2014-12-17 06:18:09 | 71.32 | 92% |
| 877 | 2014-10-08 10:02:45 | 79.94 | 94% |
| 718 | 2014-10-05 09:28:43 | 73.51 | 91% |
| 490 | 2014-09-29 09:59:47 | 61.89 | 86% |
| 464 | 2014-09-29 06:16:26 | 65.96 | 88% |
| 277 | 2014-09-20 06:50:23 | 61.34 | 88% |