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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 749 | 2015-06-08 20:43:20 | 92.08 | 96% |
| 262 | 2015-03-03 20:08:37 | 82.33 | 94% |
| 154 | 2015-02-08 21:21:07 | 77.70 | 93% |
| 76 | 2015-02-05 21:14:21 | 85.35 | 95% |