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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1747 | 2014-06-24 01:00:37 | 98.00 | 93% |
| 1731 | 2014-06-20 18:34:43 | 98.13 | 91% |
| 1719 | 2014-06-18 14:36:55 | 111.07 | 98% |
| 1533 | 2014-05-21 17:12:14 | 90.87 | 92% |
| 865 | 2014-05-02 18:13:13 | 81.64 | 90% |