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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7438 | 2020-02-09 13:02:28 | 97.05 | 100% |
| 3769 | 2016-11-25 11:22:06 | 64.82 | 92% |
| 2818 | 2016-10-01 16:00:40 | 60.37 | 91% |
| 2654 | 2016-09-23 09:20:02 | 61.82 | 92% |
| 2515 | 2016-09-18 11:22:28 | 60.19 | 91% |
| 1242 | 2016-08-16 15:44:17 | 47.59 | 86% |
| 9 | 2016-05-22 15:08:30 | 39.54 | 90% |