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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3471 | 2015-11-03 12:17:25 | 81.44 | 97% |
| 3249 | 2015-09-10 13:26:04 | 76.71 | 96% |
| 2439 | 2015-01-27 01:03:38 | 70.64 | 99% |
| 2090 | 2014-09-11 17:34:45 | 62.98 | 95% |