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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 398 | 2016-08-08 08:35:57 | 69.29 | 95% |
| 352 | 2016-08-06 13:36:27 | 64.66 | 93% |
| 137 | 2016-06-14 20:59:00 | 70.03 | 97% |
| 27 | 2016-06-08 15:21:16 | 72.27 | 96% |