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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3124 | 2016-08-15 04:25:28 | 60.91 | 98% |
| 2652 | 2016-06-22 07:11:39 | 62.98 | 96% |
| 2543 | 2016-06-17 12:41:06 | 56.13 | 94% |
| 1734 | 2016-05-06 04:58:10 | 50.30 | 94% |
| 549 | 2016-03-10 15:05:12 | 49.83 | 96% |
| 229 | 2016-02-28 06:44:21 | 43.46 | 94% |