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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2055 | 2017-06-27 21:45:43 | 103.79 | 99% |
| 1373 | 2013-01-18 15:01:38 | 82.24 | 95% |
| 838 | 2012-06-05 13:28:27 | 63.20 | 89% |
| 758 | 2012-05-23 18:12:34 | 65.44 | 93% |
| 222 | 2010-04-08 17:32:14 | 46.86 |