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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3323 | 2017-04-24 17:55:21 | 65.43 | 88% |
| 3237 | 2017-04-18 03:13:03 | 72.58 | 93% |
| 2205 | 2016-11-09 09:27:36 | 65.29 | 92% |
| 1459 | 2016-08-09 13:40:30 | 67.25 | 92% |
| 1078 | 2016-06-16 13:27:03 | 62.01 | 92% |
| 108 | 2015-09-03 18:08:16 | 47.85 | 94% |