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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1388 | 2015-08-14 00:45:11 | 62.01 | 89% |
| 1134 | 2015-03-24 03:25:27 | 89.21 | 97% |
| 516 | 2015-02-21 02:44:39 | 66.61 | 93% |
| 137 | 2015-02-07 07:22:57 | 64.89 | 94% |
| 92 | 2015-02-01 10:47:55 | 75.74 | 98% |
| 57 | 2015-01-24 10:23:55 | 59.61 | 94% |