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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3981 | 2017-06-11 12:48:54 | 88.12 | 96% |
| 3297 | 2017-05-20 16:56:54 | 99.50 | 96% |
| 2933 | 2017-05-01 06:20:58 | 78.48 | 89% |
| 2286 | 2017-04-07 14:16:18 | 92.09 | 94% |
| 1286 | 2015-09-18 12:07:48 | 79.98 | 93% |
| 675 | 2015-07-03 12:42:26 | 64.40 | 91% |
| 294 | 2015-06-09 10:13:11 | 50.48 | 90% |