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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1082 | 2016-11-18 01:58:11 | 61.14 | 91% |
| 672 | 2016-08-03 23:57:38 | 50.88 | 88% |
| 152 | 2016-07-06 20:17:52 | 45.70 | 88% |
| 90 | 2016-07-05 16:54:04 | 42.23 | 85% |
| 82 | 2016-07-04 20:35:13 | 44.48 | 88% |