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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1704 | 2017-11-29 11:22:39 | 81.35 | 99% |
| 783 | 2016-08-31 11:11:56 | 75.57 | 97% |
| 483 | 2016-05-25 15:24:27 | 77.79 | 92% |
| 213 | 2016-04-10 15:41:48 | 68.86 | 88% |
| 72 | 2015-01-17 18:55:31 | 49.15 | 85% |
| 62 | 2014-12-17 20:49:26 | 43.73 | 82% |