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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1670 | 2016-11-16 03:51:43 | 85.66 | 95% |
| 1367 | 2016-10-31 04:46:40 | 83.04 | 94% |
| 1080 | 2016-10-23 07:54:10 | 85.58 | 93% |
| 673 | 2016-10-14 07:38:17 | 99.11 | 99% |
| 585 | 2016-10-09 00:56:43 | 95.97 | 98% |