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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2350 | 2018-01-28 21:34:51 | 73.63 | 96% |
| 1736 | 2014-12-15 20:57:34 | 64.23 | 90% |
| 1731 | 2014-12-13 22:08:43 | 57.26 | 88% |
| 1463 | 2014-11-13 06:39:09 | 63.61 | 90% |
| 978 | 2011-01-11 18:48:31 | 56.32 | |
| 811 | 2010-07-06 16:28:49 | 54.16 | |
| 589 | 2010-06-24 16:29:16 | 46.72 | |
| 475 | 2010-06-09 16:34:38 | 48.85 |