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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3413 | 2014-09-06 23:20:48 | 55.30 | 97% |
| 3036 | 2014-09-03 03:25:18 | 52.62 | 97% |
| 2733 | 2014-08-31 01:08:48 | 56.44 | 96% |
| 1973 | 2014-08-23 02:42:47 | 52.75 | 96% |
| 717 | 2014-07-29 02:22:57 | 48.39 | 95% |