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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1462 | 2016-01-26 13:34:39 | 100.12 | 97% |
| 772 | 2016-01-04 16:18:03 | 98.68 | 95% |
| 566 | 2015-12-31 16:13:12 | 100.81 | 97% |
| 287 | 2015-12-26 13:01:30 | 91.30 | 95% |