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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2291 | 2016-05-20 21:51:35 | 108.83 | 95% |
| 1927 | 2016-04-13 02:51:37 | 111.56 | 93% |
| 1684 | 2016-04-04 22:41:13 | 113.55 | 95% |
| 1401 | 2016-03-15 00:15:24 | 94.65 | 93% |
| 1180 | 2016-03-09 00:19:45 | 100.48 | 95% |
| 995 | 2016-03-04 00:06:22 | 100.22 | 93% |
| 993 | 2016-03-04 00:04:03 | 92.58 | 88% |
| 652 | 2016-02-24 00:34:18 | 87.72 | 91% |
| 488 | 2016-02-19 05:37:21 | 101.93 | 95% |
| 25 | 2016-01-24 05:49:36 | 78.66 | 94% |