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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2786 | 2018-02-17 14:22:40 | 99.57 | 97% |
| 1336 | 2017-08-01 09:42:45 | 84.33 | 95% |
| 952 | 2015-04-10 13:12:44 | 81.32 | 94% |
| 617 | 2014-09-25 06:13:43 | 71.56 | 92% |
| 319 | 2014-08-17 04:11:35 | 62.75 | 93% |
| 232 | 2014-08-05 13:30:38 | 76.68 | 96% |
| 43 | 2014-07-01 06:32:15 | 60.58 | 87% |