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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1604 | 2015-06-09 21:25:54 | 108.23 | 96% |
| 774 | 2014-08-14 16:57:17 | 118.54 | 98% |
| 772 | 2014-08-14 16:54:02 | 117.13 | 99% |
| 582 | 2014-08-12 17:39:23 | 114.46 | 99% |
| 225 | 2014-08-05 15:07:02 | 116.23 | 99% |
| 118 | 2014-08-01 19:26:12 | 101.76 | 96% |