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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3538 | 2016-02-26 19:20:04 | 128.33 | 94% |
| 3167 | 2016-02-24 06:12:03 | 127.36 | 97% |
| 2652 | 2016-02-13 21:46:26 | 109.48 | 90% |
| 2636 | 2016-02-13 20:39:52 | 119.82 | 94% |
| 2026 | 2016-02-02 03:10:15 | 115.38 | 92% |
| 1553 | 2016-01-16 16:10:52 | 122.22 | 95% |