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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3695 | 2018-03-15 02:02:05 | 40.96 | 98% |
| 3222 | 2015-10-09 01:53:41 | 71.01 | 91% |
| 2496 | 2015-02-08 09:56:37 | 69.00 | 91% |
| 2186 | 2014-05-14 09:26:05 | 75.30 | 92% |
| 1476 | 2013-04-18 03:36:58 | 64.14 | 92% |
| 907 | 2012-01-29 11:25:52 | 64.67 | 94% |
| 764 | 2011-12-11 12:52:17 | 58.68 | 98% |