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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2612 | 2015-03-21 03:33:38 | 111.41 | 97% |
| 1796 | 2015-03-04 00:10:07 | 110.39 | 95% |
| 1530 | 2014-12-07 06:24:49 | 113.78 | 96% |
| 1500 | 2014-12-03 00:46:36 | 110.04 | 95% |
| 1143 | 2014-10-14 22:36:26 | 113.23 | 98% |
| 664 | 2014-09-29 23:51:19 | 94.66 | 91% |
| 171 | 2014-09-13 21:54:19 | 84.39 | 90% |
| 37 | 2014-09-04 22:59:48 | 72.65 | 84% |