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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2649 | 2016-01-13 17:08:03 | 91.83 | 99% |
| 2179 | 2015-06-29 16:07:29 | 82.97 | 96% |
| 1831 | 2015-04-20 21:24:17 | 73.85 | 93% |
| 731 | 2014-12-12 19:23:34 | 88.14 | 98% |
| 422 | 2014-11-07 22:24:01 | 60.58 | 90% |
| 80 | 2013-05-15 22:26:26 | 65.97 | 88% |