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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3245 | 2016-05-03 18:15:13 | 66.01 | 92% |
| 3079 | 2015-06-03 04:04:15 | 71.31 | 91% |
| 2756 | 2015-04-20 16:44:32 | 60.40 | 93% |
| 2232 | 2014-12-17 18:18:33 | 64.31 | 90% |
| 1281 | 2014-01-29 23:23:44 | 59.27 | 90% |
| 974 | 2014-01-02 21:52:12 | 59.98 | 94% |
| 40 | 2013-11-06 17:09:51 | 52.67 | 93% |