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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1705 | 2016-08-16 21:54:04 | 99.49 | 97% |
| 1671 | 2016-08-05 17:36:47 | 98.68 | 99% |
| 1536 | 2016-02-08 18:09:45 | 100.25 | 95% |
| 1494 | 2016-01-28 23:46:12 | 94.16 | 93% |
| 1465 | 2016-01-17 18:44:15 | 105.20 | 96% |
| 723 | 2015-10-28 18:36:57 | 97.04 | 96% |