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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1691 | 2017-03-11 23:49:32 | 129.78 | 94% |
| 1608 | 2017-03-06 23:40:04 | 146.43 | 98% |
| 1404 | 2017-02-27 17:36:17 | 140.37 | 97% |
| 429 | 2017-02-13 20:03:06 | 124.33 | 96% |
| 258 | 2017-02-11 20:18:31 | 128.75 | 98% |