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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1006 | 2016-02-24 19:30:58 | 118.77 | 96% |
| 904 | 2016-02-22 20:57:49 | 104.63 | 96% |
| 821 | 2016-02-17 19:32:59 | 112.73 | 95% |
| 700 | 2015-12-24 03:36:04 | 105.91 | 94% |
| 628 | 2015-12-20 01:28:37 | 116.15 | 96% |
| 39 | 2015-12-07 12:22:49 | 92.30 | 90% |