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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6969 | 2020-04-15 09:53:11 | 120.38 | 99% |
| 6618 | 2020-02-29 13:43:06 | 111.58 | 99% |
| 1383 | 2013-11-16 14:57:55 | 93.07 | 96% |
| 1297 | 2013-11-15 17:52:09 | 82.63 | 91% |
| 1281 | 2013-11-15 08:59:03 | 90.03 | 94% |
| 1219 | 2013-11-11 17:27:42 | 88.88 | 96% |
| 122 | 2013-09-06 20:47:34 | 75.65 | 98% |