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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7974 | 2018-07-03 12:41:21 | 122.90 | 97% |
| 7199 | 2018-01-18 07:33:16 | 114.06 | 96% |
| 2234 | 2015-12-20 01:28:35 | 123.91 | 95% |
| 1917 | 2014-08-31 19:52:02 | 122.14 | 94% |
| 1660 | 2014-05-20 21:43:43 | 110.11 | 91% |
| 1603 | 2013-12-28 15:46:06 | 123.41 | 95% |
| 1334 | 2013-03-17 13:38:14 | 111.61 | 94% |
| 1075 | 2013-02-28 06:36:17 | 97.07 | 91% |