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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2707 | 2015-10-25 11:20:32 | 129.00 | 95% |
| 2477 | 2015-03-27 16:22:15 | 161.25 | 96% |
| 1989 | 2015-03-12 18:38:58 | 116.02 | 88% |
| 1914 | 2015-03-12 14:49:43 | 136.13 | 95% |