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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1736 | 2016-10-15 18:52:09 | 130.00 | 97% |
| 1732 | 2016-10-14 22:43:55 | 136.50 | 97% |
| 1612 | 2016-05-17 16:06:00 | 113.79 | 86% |
| 1016 | 2015-03-11 04:36:56 | 139.14 | 94% |
| 874 | 2015-01-03 00:13:15 | 125.55 | 91% |
| 167 | 2013-11-27 03:31:54 | 114.60 | 96% |