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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2431 | 2015-06-06 18:08:39 | 70.04 | 91% |
| 2032 | 2015-03-31 13:12:42 | 64.47 | 90% |
| 1823 | 2015-03-18 02:12:13 | 64.72 | 93% |
| 1740 | 2015-03-10 12:02:32 | 71.68 | 93% |
| 1620 | 2015-03-09 13:36:18 | 62.04 | 91% |
| 1233 | 2015-03-03 13:02:09 | 68.97 | 94% |
| 1095 | 2015-02-28 13:54:38 | 63.30 | 95% |
| 868 | 2015-02-21 19:07:05 | 69.32 | 93% |
| 722 | 2015-02-20 23:51:32 | 64.98 | 95% |
| 663 | 2015-02-20 14:10:54 | 74.85 | 99% |