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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2845 | 2017-01-26 00:38:38 | 59.05 | 92% |
| 2156 | 2016-12-19 01:39:05 | 65.35 | 95% |
| 1521 | 2016-11-10 23:02:45 | 58.49 | 93% |
| 217 | 2016-08-19 16:16:03 | 39.92 | 91% |
| 165 | 2016-08-11 18:56:10 | 40.08 | 91% |
| 159 | 2016-08-11 18:48:11 | 41.78 | 91% |