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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1611 | 2016-07-24 12:26:30 | 92.76 | 93% |
| 1030 | 2016-04-25 10:00:09 | 105.90 | 96% |
| 755 | 2016-04-19 08:31:14 | 104.88 | 96% |
| 716 | 2016-04-17 19:47:15 | 104.38 | 96% |
| 625 | 2016-04-12 15:56:14 | 103.49 | 97% |
| 499 | 2016-04-08 10:36:39 | 93.81 | 93% |