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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2408 | 2020-04-19 21:29:05 | 117.25 | 99% |
| 1249 | 2012-03-02 21:57:51 | 105.53 | 92% |
| 1074 | 2011-11-13 08:42:40 | 99.19 | 94% |
| 772 | 2011-06-05 04:05:47 | 111.75 | 93% |
| 411 | 2011-05-09 00:26:58 | 119.92 | 98% |
| 247 | 2011-05-07 01:15:22 | 120.34 | 98% |