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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1685 | 2017-02-23 03:57:45 | 88.98 | 97% |
| 1417 | 2015-06-20 09:34:48 | 82.44 | 95% |
| 1245 | 2015-03-02 12:45:47 | 77.94 | 95% |
| 698 | 2014-09-24 13:50:16 | 69.16 | 91% |
| 493 | 2014-09-08 12:11:51 | 62.83 | 94% |