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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 914 | 2015-02-22 17:09:46 | 78.02 | 93% |
| 229 | 2014-06-30 01:44:59 | 83.73 | 95% |
| 110 | 2014-06-27 02:23:32 | 90.59 | 99% |
| 22 | 2014-06-24 16:46:46 | 88.37 | 98% |