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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3252 | 2017-06-05 12:47:27 | 93.98 | 99% |
| 2962 | 2017-05-13 10:00:18 | 74.47 | 90% |
| 1403 | 2015-09-20 10:29:31 | 66.50 | 92% |
| 634 | 2014-11-12 12:38:05 | 60.54 | 93% |
| 608 | 2014-11-06 16:59:10 | 52.64 | 89% |