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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1957 | 2016-01-11 23:48:11 | 59.47 | 96% |
| 1935 | 2016-01-02 04:26:55 | 57.57 | 94% |
| 1758 | 2015-11-15 16:21:30 | 54.74 | 94% |
| 991 | 2014-09-10 02:24:39 | 50.42 | 91% |
| 404 | 2014-08-17 21:24:14 | 53.14 | 92% |