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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6171 | 2016-11-01 01:38:03 | 96.29 | 95% |
| 5910 | 2016-10-19 01:29:13 | 89.72 | 95% |
| 4899 | 2016-09-19 02:46:45 | 95.29 | 99% |
| 1976 | 2016-04-29 19:42:01 | 92.81 | 97% |
| 1716 | 2016-04-24 02:41:32 | 89.13 | 95% |