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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4690 | 2019-03-17 14:51:58 | 62.56 | 97% |
| 2728 | 2014-03-30 08:51:48 | 65.33 | 95% |
| 2522 | 2014-03-24 12:58:05 | 65.64 | 93% |
| 2002 | 2014-02-19 13:46:54 | 62.27 | 90% |
| 1883 | 2013-12-31 13:03:59 | 59.77 | 94% |
| 1855 | 2013-12-26 06:21:32 | 62.60 | 95% |
| 903 | 2011-05-24 14:07:26 | 53.82 | 92% |
| 365 | 2011-03-20 14:45:21 | 58.86 |