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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1146 | 2015-08-26 20:31:47 | 38.01 | 91% |
| 1060 | 2015-08-12 18:57:31 | 40.61 | 92% |
| 908 | 2015-08-10 13:24:02 | 31.98 | 88% |
| 490 | 2015-05-02 08:12:41 | 27.29 | 85% |