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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4402 | 2016-08-21 12:21:46 | 140.55 | 94% |
| 4158 | 2016-08-17 16:04:10 | 144.77 | 95% |
| 3113 | 2015-11-14 15:57:38 | 133.37 | 94% |
| 2123 | 2012-03-30 14:25:33 | 138.45 | 95% |
| 1339 | 2012-02-07 14:21:55 | 143.14 | 96% |
| 487 | 2011-01-17 15:46:58 | 149.10 | |
| 456 | 2011-01-16 19:14:24 | 146.04 |