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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2312 | 2014-12-03 15:47:49 | 71.71 | 94% |
| 1505 | 2014-11-11 06:58:42 | 60.51 | 86% |
| 1389 | 2014-11-06 08:47:47 | 51.42 | 85% |
| 701 | 2013-08-17 15:02:42 | 51.26 | 88% |
| 682 | 2013-08-16 14:39:54 | 47.71 | 86% |