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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2196 | 2015-08-11 13:24:56 | 69.43 | 97% |
| 2140 | 2015-05-27 13:13:29 | 64.14 | 95% |
| 1457 | 2014-09-30 12:31:17 | 63.56 | 96% |
| 1352 | 2014-08-21 10:04:09 | 65.22 | 97% |
| 69 | 2013-09-03 10:13:50 | 42.86 | 97% |