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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1911 | 2017-05-03 16:05:05 | 95.24 | 91% |
| 850 | 2016-02-04 02:28:30 | 87.42 | 89% |
| 649 | 2016-01-29 03:55:19 | 79.72 | 89% |
| 397 | 2016-01-24 20:18:01 | 97.63 | 94% |
| 178 | 2016-01-21 17:17:14 | 93.21 | 91% |