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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2069 | 2013-11-26 12:20:04 | 71.66 | 99% |
| 1640 | 2013-11-20 11:03:08 | 67.68 | 95% |
| 1421 | 2013-11-13 17:53:48 | 68.94 | 99% |
| 1235 | 2013-04-09 19:38:46 | 68.23 | 98% |
| 752 | 2011-12-13 20:33:22 | 58.84 | 99% |