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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1350 | 2015-08-14 12:29:34 | 63.62 | 91% |
| 799 | 2015-05-28 13:09:22 | 62.17 | 94% |
| 611 | 2014-12-21 05:06:18 | 51.32 | 90% |
| 490 | 2014-11-05 11:57:25 | 50.19 | 86% |
| 46 | 2014-09-19 06:57:23 | 44.86 | 87% |
| 21 | 2014-09-17 05:55:44 | 43.09 | 88% |