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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1323 | 2015-06-17 17:41:01 | 66.39 | 90% |
| 1241 | 2015-06-10 18:15:34 | 110.39 | 91% |
| 519 | 2015-04-23 18:23:13 | 107.91 | 91% |
| 344 | 2015-04-16 04:28:39 | 113.96 | 96% |