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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4942 | 2015-07-12 18:17:59 | 133.65 | 99% |
| 4557 | 2015-04-01 05:11:24 | 117.68 | 99% |
| 4388 | 2015-01-09 03:41:39 | 111.18 | 97% |
| 3054 | 2014-05-13 07:37:41 | 123.55 | 99% |
| 1967 | 2014-04-02 03:29:09 | 125.30 | 100% |
| 837 | 2014-03-04 19:36:20 | 110.11 | 97% |
| 397 | 2014-02-28 09:18:33 | 113.23 | 100% |
| 229 | 2014-02-27 08:51:35 | 101.58 | 99% |