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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 649 | 2014-04-04 05:00:58 | 46.41 | 96% |
| 555 | 2013-12-17 05:25:19 | 52.82 | 97% |
| 541 | 2013-12-13 04:57:06 | 50.70 | 97% |
| 503 | 2013-12-11 04:45:08 | 50.60 | 98% |