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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1354 | 2016-01-20 11:49:33 | 64.12 | 92% |
| 1253 | 2016-01-13 17:19:33 | 65.01 | 95% |
| 1214 | 2016-01-07 15:32:18 | 64.45 | 96% |
| 90 | 2014-04-30 19:26:34 | 64.53 | 97% |
| 75 | 2014-04-28 17:44:06 | 61.53 | 97% |