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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1097 | 2014-05-04 02:29:11 | 55.12 | 94% |
| 923 | 2014-04-19 23:22:24 | 61.56 | 94% |
| 762 | 2014-04-13 02:59:09 | 60.12 | 96% |
| 744 | 2014-04-13 02:36:41 | 68.47 | 99% |
| 68 | 2014-03-28 20:29:21 | 58.48 | 98% |