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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1431 | 2015-07-05 05:39:04 | 50.13 | 93% |
| 1325 | 2015-06-18 09:27:00 | 48.38 | 96% |
| 854 | 2015-04-26 12:12:03 | 50.65 | 96% |
| 123 | 2015-03-13 08:09:03 | 42.62 | 92% |