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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1972 | 2013-03-31 10:04:08 | 104.42 | 93% |
| 1402 | 2013-03-15 19:21:58 | 87.05 | 85% |
| 1178 | 2013-03-11 17:22:28 | 95.22 | 89% |
| 1049 | 2013-03-09 12:37:44 | 106.98 | 93% |
| 970 | 2013-03-08 21:33:52 | 97.46 | 92% |
| 701 | 2013-03-06 16:26:30 | 112.30 | 95% |
| 602 | 2013-03-06 02:29:29 | 110.23 | 95% |
| 596 | 2013-03-06 02:23:58 | 121.35 | 99% |
| 487 | 2013-03-03 10:36:34 | 110.82 | 95% |
| 311 | 2013-02-28 15:28:49 | 104.82 | 92% |