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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 803 | 2014-09-16 18:43:02 | 77.62 | 93% |
| 766 | 2014-09-13 04:23:24 | 70.16 | 96% |
| 512 | 2014-08-24 04:48:16 | 64.70 | 91% |
| 109 | 2014-04-18 03:34:45 | 65.99 | 93% |