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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1842 | 2015-07-28 00:37:51 | 51.28 | 89% |
| 1840 | 2015-07-28 00:34:35 | 49.42 | 92% |
| 1603 | 2015-05-31 06:43:28 | 51.54 | 92% |
| 1467 | 2015-05-15 05:57:28 | 42.58 | 92% |
| 892 | 2015-03-30 23:38:20 | 43.37 | 89% |
| 700 | 2015-03-22 18:27:31 | 37.27 | 80% |
| 164 | 2013-07-17 20:39:24 | 34.57 | 93% |