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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1870 | 2016-03-03 09:57:01 | 61.90 | 94% |
| 1850 | 2016-03-02 10:22:11 | 51.87 | 88% |
| 902 | 2014-02-08 18:34:23 | 55.07 | 94% |
| 340 | 2013-09-15 07:57:28 | 50.86 | 87% |