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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 28952 | 2018-06-13 11:54:02 | 143.50 | 99% |
| 24043 | 2018-04-07 12:44:59 | 128.77 | 98% |
| 18668 | 2018-02-16 11:51:13 | 116.30 | 97% |
| 14770 | 2017-12-29 13:36:09 | 134.84 | 100% |
| 14059 | 2017-12-18 19:04:54 | 124.59 | 98% |
| 8325 | 2017-10-23 19:44:21 | 116.17 | 98% |
| 7338 | 2017-10-03 17:30:07 | 117.42 | 97% |
| 3940 | 2017-07-08 13:43:37 | 123.87 | 99% |