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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1257 | 2017-05-07 03:00:15 | 127.99 | 98% |
| 1052 | 2017-04-23 14:26:17 | 113.22 | 97% |
| 611 | 2016-07-07 23:06:35 | 108.12 | 95% |
| 556 | 2016-07-07 14:45:47 | 126.06 | 98% |
| 119 | 2014-01-13 14:02:55 | 121.55 | 94% |