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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1135 | 2015-03-28 01:35:03 | 75.72 | 95% |
| 1042 | 2015-03-27 20:52:03 | 92.47 | 100% |
| 999 | 2015-03-22 22:44:32 | 85.38 | 96% |
| 322 | 2014-09-20 22:06:14 | 74.25 | 95% |
| 65 | 2014-09-12 20:34:34 | 70.76 | 94% |