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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4123 | 2016-11-13 05:25:07 | 136.68 | 95% |
| 3946 | 2016-07-24 17:07:39 | 155.17 | 98% |
| 3557 | 2016-02-22 17:20:24 | 138.99 | 98% |
| 3504 | 2016-02-04 09:53:18 | 138.09 | 97% |
| 3417 | 2016-01-01 16:51:58 | 132.40 | 95% |
| 2909 | 2015-04-17 17:19:01 | 129.91 | 93% |
| 1551 | 2015-04-02 18:13:40 | 128.00 | 93% |
| 1153 | 2015-03-30 06:53:12 | 144.25 | 97% |