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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 373 | 2014-07-22 14:19:10 | 58.71 | 88% |
| 340 | 2014-07-21 16:52:22 | 63.43 | 91% |
| 247 | 2014-07-17 20:13:11 | 61.87 | 92% |
| 160 | 2014-07-13 15:13:09 | 56.41 | 91% |