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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 730 | 2016-05-27 11:02:58 | 68.41 | 90% |
| 494 | 2016-04-26 18:19:21 | 67.06 | 93% |
| 248 | 2013-04-03 06:48:38 | 64.36 | 91% |
| 73 | 2013-02-01 08:35:00 | 53.26 | 88% |