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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 347 | 2014-05-14 14:52:05 | 128.69 | 96% |
| 315 | 2014-05-11 00:49:37 | 137.94 | 99% |
| 102 | 2014-03-31 01:36:12 | 132.07 | 100% |
| 68 | 2014-03-29 20:41:00 | 121.04 | 100% |