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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1091 | 2016-02-18 21:17:43 | 103.63 | 97% |
| 1059 | 2016-02-10 16:35:41 | 98.16 | 95% |
| 822 | 2015-10-18 14:58:26 | 93.17 | 96% |
| 259 | 2015-09-22 21:45:21 | 80.35 | 94% |
| 3 | 2015-09-20 22:46:25 | 66.59 | 92% |