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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7452 | 2018-07-01 08:29:39 | 65.70 | 97% |
| 4301 | 2015-11-25 13:37:15 | 77.82 | 97% |
| 4079 | 2015-11-08 13:12:02 | 68.07 | 92% |
| 3862 | 2015-10-26 13:40:48 | 73.64 | 98% |
| 3540 | 2015-09-19 15:08:15 | 74.28 | 95% |
| 3530 | 2015-09-19 07:22:56 | 72.97 | 95% |
| 3525 | 2015-09-19 07:00:56 | 76.27 | 97% |
| 2887 | 2015-08-11 09:39:42 | 68.66 | 95% |
| 2603 | 2015-07-27 13:35:46 | 70.76 | 97% |
| 1788 | 2015-06-26 13:52:26 | 51.54 | 92% |
| 1758 | 2015-06-26 12:50:41 | 65.64 | 98% |
| 290 | 2015-04-26 12:12:19 | 40.43 | 91% |