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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15775 | 2018-06-09 07:18:15 | 157.33 | 98% |
| 13394 | 2018-05-03 12:34:20 | 161.80 | 99% |
| 10147 | 2018-01-26 10:50:53 | 157.47 | 99% |
| 3635 | 2017-09-18 09:05:59 | 144.22 | 98% |
| 2369 | 2017-08-30 13:58:26 | 149.04 | 99% |
| 2353 | 2017-08-30 13:43:11 | 145.18 | 98% |
| 2352 | 2017-08-30 13:42:23 | 135.98 | 98% |
| 1953 | 2017-08-27 07:41:48 | 139.81 | 98% |
| 400 | 2017-06-12 08:18:02 | 135.96 | 98% |