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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1285 | 2016-04-10 10:46:00 | 45.95 | 87% |
| 882 | 2016-01-09 21:09:51 | 50.42 | 89% |
| 778 | 2016-01-01 18:37:44 | 55.56 | 96% |
| 120 | 2015-10-27 09:21:55 | 31.20 | 88% |