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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1823 | 2015-05-02 10:08:17 | 108.39 | 99% |
| 1671 | 2015-04-02 05:42:49 | 101.16 | 97% |
| 1227 | 2014-12-15 01:46:53 | 95.89 | 91% |
| 1185 | 2014-12-14 05:58:48 | 102.24 | 95% |
| 1018 | 2014-12-11 02:35:34 | 108.63 | 97% |
| 641 | 2014-11-06 01:34:29 | 105.72 | 96% |
| 492 | 2014-08-06 12:14:53 | 100.05 | 99% |
| 357 | 2014-08-03 06:35:45 | 100.85 | 99% |