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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 956 | 2017-01-30 21:01:04 | 70.26 | 90% |
| 718 | 2015-12-04 22:07:25 | 75.79 | 94% |
| 711 | 2015-11-29 19:49:55 | 71.11 | 93% |
| 454 | 2015-02-11 19:11:20 | 55.83 | 87% |
| 420 | 2015-02-07 15:21:38 | 62.67 | 91% |
| 153 | 2014-08-18 17:25:57 | 58.62 | 93% |
| 36 | 2014-08-11 10:25:39 | 52.58 | 90% |