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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4000 | 2017-12-27 06:42:43 | 68.96 | 96% |
| 2729 | 2017-06-13 07:32:54 | 86.64 | 99% |
| 1162 | 2017-03-15 09:21:44 | 74.39 | 97% |
| 284 | 2016-04-18 10:20:00 | 69.03 | 98% |
| 239 | 2016-04-14 13:07:31 | 63.76 | 95% |