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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3768 | 2017-02-16 21:54:12 | 147.14 | 98% |
| 3731 | 2017-02-14 13:42:18 | 122.88 | 91% |
| 3212 | 2017-02-04 06:05:14 | 101.23 | 86% |
| 1618 | 2017-01-09 21:34:15 | 122.27 | 95% |
| 950 | 2015-03-08 13:28:24 | 106.45 | 92% |
| 906 | 2015-03-07 21:04:44 | 110.22 | 96% |
| 663 | 2013-04-04 19:45:06 | 93.19 | 93% |