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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1634 | 2016-01-24 00:43:43 | 67.90 | 91% |
| 1110 | 2015-11-29 07:34:52 | 42.82 | 83% |
| 1102 | 2015-11-18 22:53:47 | 45.18 | 85% |
| 694 | 2015-11-01 02:03:25 | 41.52 | 90% |