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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 920 | 2016-09-15 20:42:01 | 47.04 | 90% |
| 395 | 2016-08-06 19:18:39 | 41.32 | 88% |
| 173 | 2016-07-24 10:41:46 | 39.72 | 88% |
| 161 | 2016-07-24 10:25:55 | 42.80 | 94% |
| 116 | 2016-07-23 11:15:26 | 38.25 | 90% |