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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2078 | 2016-05-02 20:06:24 | 53.05 | 96% |
| 1978 | 2016-03-10 21:55:45 | 51.70 | 97% |
| 1230 | 2016-03-03 19:36:57 | 55.44 | 97% |
| 126 | 2016-02-14 03:38:17 | 46.86 | 93% |