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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1877 | 2016-05-31 06:59:59 | 85.04 | 95% |
| 1869 | 2016-05-31 06:52:03 | 81.34 | 92% |
| 1050 | 2014-12-30 09:09:28 | 70.32 | 91% |
| 967 | 2014-11-15 03:34:42 | 77.49 | 93% |
| 534 | 2014-10-03 23:29:08 | 67.16 | 91% |
| 19 | 2013-09-21 10:31:27 | 57.22 | 92% |