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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5654 | 2019-08-10 23:19:45 | 157.10 | 98% |
| 4486 | 2019-05-01 16:02:12 | 160.29 | 99% |
| 4240 | 2019-04-24 14:35:55 | 168.56 | 99% |
| 2229 | 2016-09-15 17:06:31 | 128.57 | 87% |
| 1792 | 2016-07-13 15:13:30 | 143.60 | 94% |
| 1654 | 2016-06-04 11:44:24 | 144.46 | 94% |
| 1249 | 2016-03-07 14:52:48 | 142.95 | 97% |