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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1823 | 2016-06-30 20:55:46 | 112.77 | 100% |
| 1663 | 2016-06-13 22:21:23 | 104.23 | 98% |
| 892 | 2016-03-01 15:14:26 | 106.01 | 97% |
| 830 | 2016-02-28 23:03:26 | 104.03 | 97% |
| 810 | 2016-02-26 22:10:33 | 108.80 | 100% |