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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1877 | 2015-10-16 03:55:15 | 89.62 | 93% |
| 1764 | 2015-09-03 04:16:49 | 94.83 | 93% |
| 778 | 2014-02-12 17:30:28 | 105.63 | 97% |
| 720 | 2014-01-31 17:26:55 | 95.05 | 96% |
| 433 | 2013-08-20 22:04:44 | 102.92 | 98% |
| 397 | 2013-08-10 19:30:49 | 93.11 | 95% |