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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2312 | 2014-08-13 03:24:58 | 111.33 | 95% |
| 2087 | 2013-08-15 01:53:30 | 137.34 | 99% |
| 1383 | 2013-07-17 22:26:54 | 102.35 | 90% |
| 1152 | 2013-07-15 03:41:35 | 115.04 | 96% |
| 1041 | 2013-06-07 01:45:57 | 128.65 | 99% |
| 780 | 2013-06-03 03:43:19 | 140.55 | 99% |
| 264 | 2013-05-27 03:29:35 | 139.16 | 100% |
| 224 | 2013-05-26 23:33:51 | 130.33 | 99% |