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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1002 | 2015-09-12 09:33:55 | 80.89 | 96% |
| 806 | 2015-05-18 04:21:56 | 69.99 | 97% |
| 503 | 2015-05-14 13:05:22 | 68.80 | 96% |
| 477 | 2015-05-14 11:40:46 | 73.37 | 97% |
| 321 | 2015-05-09 02:38:20 | 62.02 | 96% |