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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2824 | 2017-01-26 01:42:22 | 102.62 | 95% |
| 2307 | 2016-11-27 06:33:37 | 93.51 | 95% |
| 2219 | 2016-11-23 01:35:14 | 103.84 | 97% |
| 2202 | 2016-11-22 06:47:17 | 82.41 | 90% |
| 1524 | 2016-11-03 01:25:58 | 101.75 | 94% |
| 707 | 2016-10-22 05:30:43 | 90.56 | 95% |