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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1977 | 2014-05-28 21:30:58 | 120.65 | 95% |
| 1623 | 2013-11-26 00:19:01 | 110.52 | 97% |
| 1395 | 2013-05-19 23:35:15 | 118.31 | 97% |
| 1332 | 2012-11-06 15:14:31 | 116.49 | 97% |
| 1146 | 2012-07-16 19:07:07 | 108.81 | 98% |
| 785 | 2012-06-10 23:21:26 | 99.61 | 94% |
| 729 | 2012-06-10 03:28:22 | 95.71 | 95% |
| 260 | 2012-03-13 23:03:11 | 70.70 | 93% |