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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1061 | 2016-05-09 22:58:14 | 97.82 | 99% |
| 835 | 2015-11-17 23:42:14 | 91.72 | 95% |
| 821 | 2015-11-16 23:53:20 | 93.08 | 96% |
| 178 | 2015-02-10 23:10:43 | 71.81 | 89% |