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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1605 | 2017-06-08 01:33:23 | 99.08 | 97% |
| 986 | 2016-08-19 21:46:41 | 109.18 | 99% |
| 804 | 2013-10-28 01:46:01 | 105.82 | 94% |
| 489 | 2013-08-15 03:58:05 | 90.39 | 97% |
| 343 | 2013-07-26 05:05:23 | 101.78 | 99% |