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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1280 | 2015-02-04 16:56:07 | 86.66 | 94% |
| 911 | 2015-01-22 15:22:05 | 83.85 | 94% |
| 713 | 2015-01-14 10:57:52 | 98.13 | 97% |
| 76 | 2014-12-30 08:26:09 | 73.21 | 93% |