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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3874 | 2020-12-09 15:20:57 | 85.63 | 97% |
| 3276 | 2014-04-11 05:35:14 | 90.19 | 96% |
| 2046 | 2012-12-17 09:59:05 | 100.72 | 97% |
| 1895 | 2012-11-30 08:58:57 | 87.95 | 93% |
| 946 | 2012-06-02 14:22:59 | 93.94 | 98% |
| 631 | 2011-12-27 09:20:50 | 83.25 | 95% |
| 570 | 2011-12-17 13:57:42 | 88.31 | 95% |