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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 487 | 2015-08-22 21:18:01 | 87.98 | 91% |
| 306 | 2015-05-01 20:03:27 | 81.19 | 95% |
| 43 | 2015-04-05 02:02:40 | 73.36 | 91% |
| 26 | 2015-04-04 18:27:36 | 75.67 | 91% |