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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2619 | 2014-12-11 04:31:13 | 65.15 | 90% |
| 2047 | 2014-11-29 14:21:32 | 60.23 | 88% |
| 1947 | 2014-11-28 12:45:37 | 73.48 | 95% |
| 1856 | 2014-11-27 07:01:38 | 69.26 | 93% |
| 1455 | 2014-11-13 05:20:03 | 65.63 | 92% |
| 674 | 2014-05-13 08:26:16 | 70.52 | 92% |
| 472 | 2014-05-06 01:48:55 | 68.23 | 92% |
| 53 | 2014-02-15 03:38:03 | 61.94 | 91% |