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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3324 | 2015-09-04 01:40:28 | 100.43 | 98% |
| 2136 | 2014-12-29 06:28:07 | 98.06 | 99% |
| 2068 | 2014-12-23 09:00:36 | 86.81 | 94% |
| 1903 | 2014-12-03 09:40:41 | 91.13 | 94% |
| 1655 | 2014-11-18 08:16:42 | 92.89 | 98% |
| 1476 | 2014-09-19 04:18:40 | 90.66 | 99% |
| 365 | 2014-06-20 05:52:00 | 94.69 | 100% |
| 106 | 2014-06-11 01:58:54 | 66.02 | 87% |