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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 776 | 2015-04-19 11:40:04 | 42.22 | 98% |
| 615 | 2015-04-15 10:11:25 | 36.97 | 95% |
| 231 | 2015-04-10 14:21:13 | 41.44 | 99% |
| 32 | 2015-04-07 13:00:02 | 37.23 | 99% |