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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2946 | 2017-06-28 15:14:09 | 66.50 | 98% |
| 2205 | 2016-05-10 14:18:53 | 68.64 | 97% |
| 2007 | 2016-03-07 16:35:13 | 66.90 | 97% |
| 1517 | 2015-09-02 18:15:30 | 67.94 | 98% |
| 1387 | 2015-06-24 14:40:31 | 73.90 | 99% |
| 184 | 2015-03-16 16:28:26 | 60.85 | 94% |
| 82 | 2015-03-11 23:39:03 | 66.27 | 97% |