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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2167 | 2017-03-19 21:48:43 | 67.19 | 95% |
| 1679 | 2017-01-29 00:02:20 | 66.12 | 96% |
| 1430 | 2017-01-01 22:32:09 | 66.55 | 97% |
| 1304 | 2016-11-17 21:53:14 | 64.82 | 97% |
| 185 | 2016-01-17 02:58:53 | 42.64 | 94% |
| 117 | 2016-01-07 23:54:54 | 38.69 | 94% |