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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4527 | 2018-03-11 20:31:34 | 88.69 | 99% |
| 3794 | 2017-11-30 03:23:14 | 76.04 | 96% |
| 2019 | 2017-06-11 21:23:16 | 74.68 | 98% |
| 1736 | 2017-06-03 02:57:10 | 68.22 | 90% |
| 1513 | 2017-05-30 09:15:03 | 65.88 | 89% |
| 184 | 2017-03-04 08:19:48 | 55.55 | 87% |