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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1065 | 2015-12-09 05:01:18 | 100.12 | 98% |
| 777 | 2014-07-23 08:53:56 | 99.06 | 96% |
| 661 | 2014-07-11 02:39:11 | 88.73 | 94% |
| 660 | 2014-07-11 02:38:21 | 78.97 | 87% |
| 606 | 2014-07-07 13:58:40 | 103.39 | 99% |
| 474 | 2014-06-10 06:43:25 | 94.96 | 96% |