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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2510 | 2015-03-17 08:40:51 | 74.35 | 96% |
| 2160 | 2014-02-24 21:12:15 | 68.55 | 95% |
| 1422 | 2012-09-26 06:07:02 | 52.83 | 91% |
| 1110 | 2012-08-09 14:51:14 | 57.62 | 91% |
| 682 | 2011-05-12 16:02:39 | 56.83 | 94% |
| 517 | 2011-04-26 07:00:24 | 40.81 | |
| 411 | 2011-03-28 15:32:28 | 61.24 |