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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1359 | 2016-02-12 20:54:34 | 55.06 | 96% |
| 1247 | 2015-01-19 19:53:18 | 45.66 | 87% |
| 1110 | 2014-02-15 03:17:53 | 45.69 | 92% |
| 536 | 2013-03-18 18:02:24 | 40.12 | 94% |
| 174 | 2013-02-24 14:52:55 | 31.08 | 89% |