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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3572 | 2016-07-05 16:59:20 | 81.91 | 96% |
| 2823 | 2016-04-03 17:17:55 | 65.02 | 92% |
| 2454 | 2016-02-23 17:11:10 | 72.90 | 96% |
| 1756 | 2015-12-19 16:54:26 | 66.01 | 94% |
| 1642 | 2015-12-09 15:46:46 | 67.98 | 95% |
| 1458 | 2015-12-02 15:46:43 | 65.22 | 95% |
| 514 | 2015-10-24 21:58:22 | 47.45 | 88% |
| 89 | 2015-10-03 12:58:52 | 39.90 | 95% |