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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 514 | 2015-01-09 19:28:36 | 71.79 | 90% |
| 153 | 2014-12-09 20:16:51 | 69.25 | 91% |
| 80 | 2014-11-26 03:02:37 | 66.34 | 92% |
| 60 | 2014-11-24 23:46:02 | 61.34 | 91% |