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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2571 | 2016-03-19 12:14:22 | 96.89 | 95% |
| 1598 | 2016-02-06 14:39:48 | 90.04 | 95% |
| 734 | 2016-01-12 18:54:59 | 87.55 | 95% |
| 215 | 2014-02-24 15:46:59 | 71.19 | 91% |