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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1649 | 2016-08-21 04:56:39 | 97.60 | 96% |
| 1456 | 2016-04-24 23:35:43 | 90.03 | 99% |
| 1231 | 2014-12-16 01:37:08 | 95.18 | 93% |
| 598 | 2014-08-08 19:09:33 | 105.66 | 95% |
| 517 | 2014-07-24 15:18:13 | 76.30 | 92% |
| 298 | 2013-12-03 02:52:10 | 79.48 | 93% |
| 169 | 2013-11-01 02:10:58 | 65.61 | 90% |