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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1968 | 2018-01-08 16:19:58 | 88.36 | 99% |
| 788 | 2014-05-20 09:18:03 | 73.58 | 94% |
| 726 | 2014-05-19 18:33:08 | 66.60 | 88% |
| 510 | 2014-05-16 06:49:38 | 80.86 | 98% |
| 198 | 2014-03-19 10:13:01 | 67.35 | 93% |
| 130 | 2014-03-16 11:52:12 | 68.48 | 95% |