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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2256 | 2017-06-25 20:24:57 | 83.00 | 96% |
| 1997 | 2015-06-21 14:53:03 | 80.04 | 92% |
| 1981 | 2015-06-20 15:58:55 | 84.72 | 94% |
| 1803 | 2014-10-11 01:35:53 | 72.85 | 90% |
| 1727 | 2014-09-29 22:46:09 | 74.59 | 91% |
| 1224 | 2014-05-12 00:07:23 | 78.27 | 94% |
| 1173 | 2014-01-15 22:48:59 | 84.22 | 98% |
| 546 | 2013-11-22 03:22:46 | 76.21 | 95% |