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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12720 | 2018-09-09 18:27:54 | 126.26 | 99% |
| 12367 | 2018-08-25 13:38:30 | 132.95 | 100% |
| 11344 | 2018-03-01 04:03:42 | 94.89 | 98% |
| 5235 | 2017-05-12 00:29:40 | 106.52 | 97% |
| 4297 | 2017-02-27 01:37:36 | 100.82 | 95% |
| 353 | 2017-01-03 01:11:51 | 98.84 | 98% |