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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9284 | 2017-08-11 23:58:44 | 69.28 | 97% |
| 9108 | 2017-08-04 23:47:21 | 70.73 | 96% |
| 6876 | 2017-06-09 20:25:06 | 66.88 | 95% |
| 5468 | 2017-05-22 13:40:30 | 54.68 | 88% |
| 5125 | 2017-05-12 20:22:54 | 39.01 | 92% |
| 4382 | 2017-05-02 00:16:53 | 64.27 | 91% |
| 122 | 2016-04-17 05:25:12 | 39.44 | 86% |