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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 899 | 2014-03-10 02:28:56 | 48.88 | 93% |
| 697 | 2014-03-09 18:02:25 | 49.02 | 95% |
| 401 | 2014-03-07 21:56:52 | 49.74 | 95% |
| 78 | 2014-03-06 21:15:19 | 45.97 | 91% |