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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3825 | 2017-08-01 01:05:07 | 142.98 | 98% |
| 1799 | 2012-06-21 12:31:09 | 145.10 | 92% |
| 1131 | 2011-11-29 04:16:14 | 150.87 | 94% |
| 1037 | 2011-11-25 23:01:05 | 132.41 | 94% |
| 966 | 2011-11-25 17:29:08 | 125.27 | 82% |
| 728 | 2011-11-19 22:06:12 | 146.35 | 93% |
| 156 | 2010-10-16 19:16:35 | 142.27 |