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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 626 | 2015-09-23 21:44:35 | 113.04 | 97% |
| 569 | 2015-06-14 19:07:25 | 102.79 | 91% |
| 294 | 2014-06-18 17:16:45 | 112.91 | 94% |
| 272 | 2014-06-17 17:50:15 | 122.96 | 99% |