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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 874 | 2014-06-23 00:20:59 | 59.80 | 88% |
| 619 | 2014-05-09 09:59:31 | 56.79 | 93% |
| 517 | 2014-04-03 09:03:15 | 53.20 | 92% |
| 376 | 2014-02-07 13:43:07 | 44.82 | 85% |