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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1606 | 2017-05-01 22:31:16 | 85.24 | 88% |
| 1475 | 2017-04-13 17:00:36 | 103.46 | 95% |
| 1330 | 2017-03-19 05:46:24 | 74.79 | 84% |
| 641 | 2017-02-01 13:20:42 | 80.71 | 87% |
| 435 | 2017-01-26 09:39:47 | 71.91 | 85% |