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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 545 | 2016-04-02 17:44:55 | 37.51 | 85% |
| 395 | 2016-03-27 21:21:46 | 35.71 | 85% |
| 292 | 2016-03-18 20:52:44 | 37.49 | 92% |
| 267 | 2016-03-16 20:56:01 | 36.37 | 90% |