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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 967 | 2016-04-25 19:29:11 | 63.16 | 97% |
| 733 | 2016-04-21 18:07:00 | 68.86 | 98% |
| 685 | 2016-04-21 16:55:49 | 68.53 | 97% |
| 466 | 2016-04-18 16:28:42 | 71.21 | 99% |