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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1403 | 2017-04-23 19:07:48 | 96.20 | 91% |
| 511 | 2013-09-20 17:41:23 | 105.91 | 96% |
| 161 | 2013-08-25 15:58:45 | 96.91 | 95% |
| 46 | 2013-08-23 15:07:43 | 93.58 | 95% |