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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16453 | 2018-12-01 04:24:33 | 106.97 | 98% |
| 14683 | 2018-09-09 02:28:31 | 112.49 | 99% |
| 13353 | 2018-05-16 05:07:02 | 104.38 | 99% |
| 10948 | 2018-02-25 23:42:22 | 106.09 | 99% |
| 8684 | 2018-01-25 04:18:31 | 92.25 | 98% |
| 5393 | 2017-12-26 05:52:21 | 92.29 | 98% |
| 3927 | 2017-12-13 21:53:17 | 86.88 | 98% |
| 2895 | 2017-12-06 23:31:46 | 105.52 | 99% |
| 2214 | 2017-12-02 00:34:10 | 85.05 | 97% |