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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1342 | 2016-02-07 18:29:40 | 88.64 | 95% |
| 1170 | 2016-01-29 13:38:20 | 79.58 | 91% |
| 309 | 2015-03-05 08:52:11 | 70.79 | 92% |
| 256 | 2015-02-27 20:38:39 | 66.84 | 89% |