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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1826 | 2016-04-11 18:57:33 | 88.48 | 93% |
| 1027 | 2016-01-30 19:54:04 | 79.19 | 95% |
| 590 | 2016-01-15 16:19:39 | 76.75 | 99% |
| 322 | 2016-01-09 14:55:08 | 67.38 | 99% |