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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2249 | 2018-03-17 06:21:23 | 85.66 | 98% |
| 1706 | 2017-03-27 06:38:03 | 82.50 | 94% |
| 982 | 2016-11-17 03:09:24 | 76.30 | 92% |
| 755 | 2016-10-26 16:45:29 | 88.91 | 99% |
| 702 | 2016-10-22 13:40:21 | 73.43 | 93% |
| 320 | 2016-09-29 05:20:51 | 69.48 | 90% |
| 43 | 2016-09-04 07:26:53 | 76.55 | 97% |