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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2607 | 2019-05-27 15:46:10 | 118.39 | 99% |
| 2004 | 2017-12-29 05:20:30 | 118.15 | 99% |
| 1563 | 2013-08-12 15:26:02 | 112.30 | 94% |
| 598 | 2011-02-02 07:58:54 | 104.19 | |
| 341 | 2010-12-21 16:23:44 | 108.58 | |
| 14 | 2010-12-06 05:58:54 | 108.98 |