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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1395 | 2013-01-10 15:47:08 | 147.35 | 99% |
| 1089 | 2012-05-10 15:58:17 | 137.72 | 98% |
| 896 | 2012-02-23 02:34:36 | 130.10 | 94% |
| 480 | 2012-01-27 02:09:26 | 110.67 | 92% |
| 155 | 2011-09-24 03:06:33 | 110.47 | 90% |