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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 913 | 2019-01-24 01:33:12 | 109.52 | 97% |
| 780 | 2015-01-29 13:40:18 | 116.60 | 96% |
| 563 | 2013-11-07 04:09:42 | 119.64 | 97% |
| 375 | 2013-06-10 07:48:28 | 71.31 | 95% |
| 30 | 2013-06-02 10:24:36 | 37.78 | 87% |