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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 940 | 2015-02-03 19:00:25 | 46.45 | 95% |
| 705 | 2013-06-07 13:03:50 | 60.66 | 95% |
| 521 | 2012-04-16 16:15:12 | 54.41 | 96% |
| 204 | 2011-08-01 02:15:08 | 52.68 | 90% |