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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2299 | 2016-09-14 17:59:11 | 71.71 | 95% |
| 1687 | 2015-11-27 11:01:21 | 54.08 | 94% |
| 1385 | 2015-10-27 13:47:17 | 57.57 | 98% |
| 1094 | 2015-10-03 12:28:01 | 55.07 | 93% |
| 948 | 2015-09-25 10:33:07 | 53.71 | 90% |
| 765 | 2015-09-19 16:53:57 | 57.44 | 96% |
| 59 | 2015-08-13 22:12:25 | 43.43 | 93% |