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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6928 | 2019-12-04 09:08:16 | 68.25 | 97% |
| 1488 | 2014-06-09 16:11:22 | 62.49 | 95% |
| 546 | 2013-07-03 11:26:16 | 57.97 | 97% |
| 540 | 2013-04-25 16:13:11 | 51.55 | 94% |
| 10 | 2012-11-12 00:32:39 | 39.19 | 97% |