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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1541 | 2015-10-26 11:05:49 | 56.59 | 93% |
| 1369 | 2015-09-07 06:19:17 | 55.10 | 92% |
| 1107 | 2015-07-10 03:27:48 | 60.26 | 96% |
| 674 | 2015-06-19 06:18:34 | 59.47 | 98% |
| 663 | 2015-06-19 05:05:46 | 57.45 | 97% |