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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1745 | 2014-06-06 01:49:36 | 73.91 | 96% |
| 1591 | 2014-04-30 02:55:18 | 65.59 | 92% |
| 1532 | 2014-04-21 01:28:49 | 69.45 | 94% |
| 1422 | 2014-04-04 12:22:17 | 71.19 | 95% |
| 1087 | 2014-02-24 16:40:10 | 64.85 | 95% |
| 848 | 2014-01-26 10:07:04 | 62.85 | 96% |
| 815 | 2014-01-25 07:19:48 | 59.79 | 91% |
| 332 | 2013-11-08 16:38:27 | 48.32 | 90% |
| 188 | 2013-10-26 12:56:45 | 41.07 | 86% |