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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2902 | 2017-02-19 10:33:58 | 100.94 | 97% |
| 1420 | 2016-12-04 19:52:09 | 100.97 | 98% |
| 1401 | 2016-12-02 20:32:18 | 99.51 | 97% |
| 986 | 2016-06-01 20:26:26 | 98.80 | 99% |
| 945 | 2016-05-29 23:21:22 | 98.50 | 99% |