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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3174 | 2016-06-09 23:13:47 | 112.34 | 93% |
| 2487 | 2016-04-12 03:34:21 | 114.83 | 95% |
| 2136 | 2016-03-13 21:47:32 | 126.49 | 95% |
| 1739 | 2016-03-04 00:06:17 | 117.33 | 94% |
| 1666 | 2016-02-28 07:04:10 | 97.60 | 88% |
| 922 | 2016-02-11 20:29:09 | 101.37 | 88% |
| 808 | 2016-02-04 22:23:50 | 110.66 | 91% |
| 317 | 2014-02-06 04:33:04 | 99.14 | 91% |
| 314 | 2014-02-06 04:30:18 | 93.99 | 89% |