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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2910 | 2016-01-04 20:51:14 | 79.50 | 95% |
| 1276 | 2015-07-24 07:11:08 | 62.33 | 87% |
| 1135 | 2015-07-05 15:40:32 | 71.85 | 95% |
| 107 | 2015-01-25 12:11:32 | 49.39 | 90% |