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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1502 | 2016-10-06 10:33:52 | 47.43 | 86% |
| 1442 | 2016-09-29 19:10:54 | 54.99 | 94% |
| 733 | 2015-07-14 11:52:51 | 44.34 | 94% |
| 469 | 2014-08-16 17:44:26 | 33.68 | 91% |
| 279 | 2014-07-02 09:54:21 | 43.27 | 96% |
| 145 | 2014-02-15 10:22:55 | 29.15 | 91% |