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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1869 | 2016-07-25 11:26:49 | 50.78 | 97% |
| 1841 | 2015-06-24 12:36:10 | 44.75 | 91% |
| 1646 | 2014-04-26 10:48:27 | 48.44 | 94% |
| 1188 | 2014-01-19 12:56:02 | 44.78 | 92% |
| 812 | 2013-11-27 08:54:14 | 37.74 | 89% |
| 591 | 2013-10-30 06:51:59 | 38.79 | 89% |