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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5731 | 2018-12-07 03:10:55 | 84.96 | 96% |
| 2483 | 2017-09-24 15:02:32 | 78.56 | 95% |
| 1860 | 2017-07-12 17:11:43 | 76.06 | 95% |
| 774 | 2016-01-07 02:27:58 | 46.59 | 87% |
| 486 | 2015-12-23 21:18:05 | 35.04 | 81% |
| 22 | 2015-11-08 16:35:01 | 29.95 | 79% |