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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1949 | 2017-01-03 10:43:18 | 123.20 | 93% |
| 1756 | 2016-11-18 05:05:02 | 126.47 | 99% |
| 1478 | 2016-11-07 22:40:27 | 119.41 | 96% |
| 1386 | 2016-11-04 22:31:20 | 134.65 | 95% |
| 970 | 2016-10-27 06:15:24 | 116.52 | 91% |
| 754 | 2016-10-23 07:53:58 | 126.20 | 94% |
| 239 | 2016-09-18 02:30:24 | 82.00 | 91% |