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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2055 | 2015-03-05 10:15:55 | 70.36 | 93% |
| 2032 | 2015-03-05 08:24:40 | 74.20 | 95% |
| 1298 | 2013-10-07 12:50:37 | 62.38 | 92% |
| 856 | 2013-09-08 22:57:45 | 60.52 | 96% |
| 829 | 2013-09-08 01:50:06 | 58.02 | 95% |