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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2554 | 2016-04-01 17:11:34 | 67.55 | 95% |
| 2449 | 2016-03-17 15:38:19 | 70.92 | 94% |
| 1938 | 2016-02-15 17:47:18 | 60.41 | 95% |
| 1875 | 2016-02-14 16:48:45 | 61.79 | 94% |
| 1587 | 2016-02-08 19:02:57 | 58.05 | 95% |
| 1167 | 2016-02-02 16:49:48 | 55.52 | 95% |