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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1105 | 2017-07-14 18:16:10 | 51.73 | 96% |
| 1087 | 2016-04-25 19:17:49 | 68.88 | 96% |
| 907 | 2016-02-28 16:38:27 | 63.60 | 94% |
| 802 | 2016-02-23 17:11:20 | 60.12 | 91% |
| 539 | 2016-02-04 23:47:50 | 59.96 | 95% |
| 182 | 2016-01-11 15:37:32 | 67.30 | 97% |