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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1725 | 2014-07-08 11:08:19 | 57.87 | 96% |
| 1316 | 2014-06-25 05:11:01 | 65.39 | 92% |
| 1054 | 2014-06-06 07:19:44 | 70.33 | 95% |
| 899 | 2014-03-31 10:48:10 | 61.97 | 96% |
| 687 | 2012-11-21 10:01:08 | 62.61 | 98% |