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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1609 | 2013-06-06 00:43:31 | 63.83 | 92% |
| 1415 | 2013-04-03 01:56:13 | 61.08 | 90% |
| 1143 | 2013-03-19 06:09:15 | 57.58 | 91% |
| 837 | 2012-12-30 06:23:27 | 53.29 | 92% |
| 307 | 2012-12-25 03:07:32 | 50.69 | 92% |