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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 755 | 2014-06-25 10:33:30 | 37.21 | 93% |
| 275 | 2014-02-02 08:47:08 | 28.34 | 86% |
| 178 | 2014-01-31 06:17:26 | 34.37 | 88% |
| 123 | 2014-01-29 14:37:35 | 28.88 | 87% |