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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1505 | 2015-08-15 14:49:44 | 57.21 | 88% |
| 1334 | 2015-06-11 15:12:17 | 63.20 | 90% |
| 1116 | 2015-03-05 19:07:48 | 82.80 | 97% |
| 381 | 2014-01-12 21:27:24 | 76.71 | 96% |
| 255 | 2013-09-03 22:43:07 | 64.12 | 94% |
| 246 | 2013-09-02 20:45:13 | 61.92 | 91% |
| 244 | 2013-09-02 20:42:19 | 58.73 | 91% |