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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2601 | 2016-05-09 20:49:04 | 85.65 | 95% |
| 1939 | 2015-04-28 18:20:32 | 81.49 | 95% |
| 1909 | 2015-04-27 17:43:48 | 81.54 | 95% |
| 1813 | 2015-04-23 16:22:44 | 80.56 | 96% |
| 1153 | 2015-04-06 20:23:09 | 70.32 | 94% |
| 1077 | 2015-03-31 16:22:21 | 76.59 | 96% |
| 928 | 2015-03-29 17:47:33 | 67.55 | 95% |
| 863 | 2015-03-29 00:35:08 | 65.35 | 96% |
| 749 | 2015-03-20 17:38:43 | 65.21 | 94% |
| 133 | 2015-03-06 17:39:53 | 45.78 | 92% |