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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1855 | 2015-04-22 03:37:35 | 95.47 | 97% |
| 1246 | 2015-04-08 10:31:55 | 95.91 | 97% |
| 1214 | 2015-04-07 10:27:51 | 85.34 | 95% |
| 855 | 2015-04-05 04:19:35 | 76.91 | 91% |
| 638 | 2015-04-03 02:13:52 | 79.19 | 93% |
| 496 | 2015-04-01 03:19:15 | 87.71 | 96% |