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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2790 | 2019-09-06 16:40:52 | 67.82 | 96% |
| 1741 | 2016-11-29 19:33:24 | 57.69 | 91% |
| 1225 | 2015-12-27 19:04:16 | 35.57 | 85% |
| 995 | 2015-12-04 06:27:30 | 40.38 | 84% |
| 911 | 2015-11-28 03:28:46 | 49.10 | 93% |
| 743 | 2015-11-16 03:40:11 | 42.18 | 91% |
| 473 | 2015-11-08 04:50:50 | 34.52 | 83% |