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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 548 | 2015-12-10 19:52:57 | 84.48 | 95% |
| 469 | 2015-10-20 19:26:51 | 63.09 | 84% |
| 338 | 2015-09-10 19:02:10 | 86.23 | 96% |
| 155 | 2015-03-05 18:09:24 | 59.99 | 87% |