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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2991 | 2017-08-01 16:28:15 | 87.00 | 97% |
| 2867 | 2017-07-27 07:15:32 | 87.75 | 97% |
| 2686 | 2017-07-23 15:16:16 | 86.24 | 98% |
| 1005 | 2015-02-27 20:38:37 | 69.05 | 90% |
| 578 | 2014-12-31 08:00:56 | 71.22 | 93% |
| 405 | 2014-12-26 14:47:31 | 75.36 | 95% |
| 243 | 2014-12-25 12:37:06 | 76.38 | 94% |
| 208 | 2014-12-25 11:27:48 | 69.33 | 88% |