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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1292 | 2015-08-07 01:17:54 | 90.90 | 96% |
| 1238 | 2015-06-16 18:51:43 | 86.25 | 96% |
| 861 | 2015-03-23 00:21:05 | 72.26 | 92% |
| 470 | 2015-02-08 22:23:00 | 67.13 | 89% |
| 234 | 2014-10-23 02:57:50 | 56.52 | 91% |
| 217 | 2014-09-11 02:05:26 | 62.58 | 93% |