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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 922 | 2016-02-26 02:48:22 | 57.14 | 88% |
| 681 | 2016-01-23 05:51:09 | 70.34 | 97% |
| 660 | 2016-01-22 07:12:00 | 62.27 | 92% |
| 497 | 2016-01-13 10:25:52 | 62.11 | 96% |
| 59 | 2015-12-15 18:13:40 | 53.87 | 92% |