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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1137 | 2018-01-17 14:47:33 | 90.91 | 98% |
| 691 | 2016-05-05 19:13:18 | 84.92 | 87% |
| 624 | 2016-05-04 17:38:56 | 80.41 | 86% |
| 620 | 2016-05-03 19:23:35 | 56.76 | 93% |
| 25 | 2015-08-19 20:40:41 | 85.92 | 94% |