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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1189 | 2016-02-27 18:22:28 | 63.84 | 89% |
| 1012 | 2016-02-08 16:21:10 | 70.31 | 91% |
| 675 | 2015-04-24 11:38:30 | 63.78 | 96% |
| 516 | 2015-04-20 18:20:10 | 65.92 | 95% |
| 327 | 2015-04-14 13:46:49 | 66.58 | 96% |
| 81 | 2015-04-01 18:31:25 | 66.84 | 96% |