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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3461 | 2018-06-21 20:18:50 | 71.28 | 97% |
| 1853 | 2017-06-13 23:34:16 | 60.23 | 96% |
| 779 | 2016-08-11 15:04:08 | 55.79 | 87% |
| 733 | 2016-08-08 15:43:31 | 61.05 | 91% |
| 606 | 2016-08-01 19:05:43 | 54.22 | 86% |
| 77 | 2015-11-03 16:31:45 | 44.97 | 88% |