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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7387 | 2017-10-07 04:32:49 | 99.40 | 97% |
| 7215 | 2017-09-26 03:02:59 | 99.12 | 97% |
| 5848 | 2017-08-08 13:37:42 | 104.36 | 99% |
| 3857 | 2017-03-15 06:59:50 | 87.89 | 91% |
| 2850 | 2016-12-08 07:17:49 | 84.03 | 95% |
| 1372 | 2016-09-29 04:17:08 | 78.29 | 96% |