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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1258 | 2016-08-20 10:43:31 | 66.34 | 94% |
| 435 | 2016-07-23 10:57:03 | 62.37 | 91% |
| 402 | 2016-07-22 11:01:48 | 77.35 | 98% |
| 69 | 2016-07-11 10:38:01 | 60.84 | 91% |
| 58 | 2016-07-11 10:11:36 | 60.38 | 89% |