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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1187 | 2015-05-04 20:27:10 | 89.69 | 100% |
| 1024 | 2014-11-14 17:22:43 | 70.96 | 94% |
| 257 | 2014-07-12 17:14:42 | 61.19 | 94% |
| 125 | 2014-06-17 03:16:42 | 67.83 | 99% |
| 43 | 2014-06-03 05:29:55 | 66.98 | 99% |