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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2535 | 2016-01-26 14:49:53 | 38.02 | 91% |
| 1646 | 2015-10-16 19:30:11 | 45.32 | 93% |
| 1401 | 2015-05-13 09:08:41 | 36.31 | 86% |
| 1295 | 2015-04-06 01:26:27 | 32.96 | 92% |
| 1249 | 2014-12-18 12:34:27 | 40.01 | 91% |
| 264 | 2014-09-09 21:07:27 | 36.67 | 92% |