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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2150 | 2016-07-07 03:25:40 | 59.94 | 85% |
| 2122 | 2016-07-03 09:19:19 | 59.16 | 86% |
| 2060 | 2016-06-30 02:45:43 | 70.47 | 95% |
| 1827 | 2016-06-06 07:56:51 | 59.18 | 87% |
| 1682 | 2016-05-20 13:36:54 | 60.78 | 91% |
| 1218 | 2016-04-20 12:02:39 | 50.13 | 87% |
| 596 | 2016-02-28 03:28:45 | 41.98 | 88% |