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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1760 | 2017-09-13 22:44:28 | 63.29 | 97% |
| 1218 | 2017-02-26 20:51:00 | 57.06 | 90% |
| 1038 | 2017-02-06 23:05:27 | 59.28 | 92% |
| 790 | 2017-01-27 23:47:53 | 59.05 | 93% |
| 430 | 2017-01-10 01:58:01 | 57.68 | 92% |
| 180 | 2017-01-05 23:03:52 | 61.52 | 95% |