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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1143 | 2015-12-13 06:58:47 | 47.14 | 92% |
| 904 | 2015-11-22 11:51:03 | 40.93 | 91% |
| 575 | 2015-11-06 06:44:19 | 40.93 | 91% |
| 153 | 2015-10-16 17:59:20 | 28.12 | 89% |
| 77 | 2015-10-12 15:38:20 | 24.75 | 88% |
| 66 | 2015-10-12 15:19:54 | 23.87 | 85% |