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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2346 | 2017-06-18 18:53:40 | 111.68 | 97% |
| 1505 | 2017-01-16 12:12:31 | 120.00 | 95% |
| 1057 | 2016-09-11 13:11:12 | 106.92 | 94% |
| 684 | 2016-07-29 11:02:55 | 91.38 | 88% |
| 424 | 2016-07-10 11:43:41 | 96.50 | 89% |
| 187 | 2016-01-26 13:13:10 | 115.01 | 97% |