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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2626 | 2016-04-09 20:51:49 | 79.80 | 99% |
| 2422 | 2015-10-31 04:18:14 | 57.00 | 97% |
| 2306 | 2015-10-26 05:32:15 | 66.50 | 97% |
| 1708 | 2015-04-20 09:45:22 | 49.02 | 93% |
| 1066 | 2015-03-14 18:42:11 | 58.02 | 100% |
| 367 | 2015-02-23 04:38:11 | 52.50 | 96% |