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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4395 | 2017-05-02 08:36:40 | 76.55 | 91% |
| 4133 | 2017-04-26 03:28:36 | 85.26 | 96% |
| 3899 | 2017-04-15 00:12:37 | 95.93 | 100% |
| 3717 | 2017-04-08 10:55:50 | 79.00 | 92% |
| 3306 | 2017-03-30 12:07:22 | 90.67 | 97% |
| 658 | 2017-01-04 08:54:21 | 45.59 | 84% |
| 122 | 2016-12-15 18:29:31 | 44.54 | 94% |