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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1526 | 2016-07-22 09:14:18 | 79.95 | 95% |
| 997 | 2014-07-16 11:15:27 | 66.49 | 93% |
| 780 | 2014-04-29 00:56:42 | 49.38 | 88% |
| 778 | 2014-04-28 13:36:13 | 49.72 | 89% |
| 300 | 2014-03-22 14:01:56 | 44.63 | 93% |
| 117 | 2014-03-14 04:37:11 | 39.54 | 93% |