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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1819 | 2015-05-02 13:37:05 | 103.71 | 96% |
| 1625 | 2015-04-06 11:21:44 | 113.65 | 98% |
| 973 | 2015-03-25 09:46:28 | 93.17 | 92% |
| 695 | 2015-03-21 03:59:22 | 89.61 | 90% |