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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2028 | 2016-04-27 06:46:04 | 60.85 | 86% |
| 1914 | 2016-04-14 14:02:46 | 71.13 | 96% |
| 1554 | 2016-03-26 12:15:17 | 54.01 | 93% |
| 1138 | 2016-02-24 06:53:27 | 71.38 | 94% |
| 887 | 2016-02-15 11:25:27 | 61.54 | 92% |
| 96 | 2016-01-04 13:10:31 | 61.04 | 94% |