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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1893 | 2015-03-21 03:25:31 | 29.83 | 93% |
| 1719 | 2015-03-16 04:07:15 | 33.99 | 97% |
| 995 | 2014-01-25 11:39:22 | 28.40 | 98% |
| 461 | 2014-01-04 07:26:48 | 23.86 | 95% |