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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 909 | 2013-06-13 09:49:44 | 92.06 | 95% |
| 861 | 2013-06-12 10:47:41 | 85.28 | 91% |
| 451 | 2013-05-23 11:00:07 | 76.01 | 91% |
| 374 | 2013-05-17 14:57:31 | 69.18 | 90% |
| 77 | 2011-05-30 14:57:06 | 73.30 | 93% |