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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 856 | 2014-12-22 08:28:31 | 115.36 | 96% |
| 705 | 2013-07-18 00:05:21 | 121.92 | 96% |
| 622 | 2012-11-14 22:25:32 | 120.35 | 97% |
| 589 | 2012-11-09 15:22:10 | 110.57 | 95% |
| 474 | 2012-10-29 23:17:25 | 103.21 | 91% |
| 452 | 2012-10-29 15:36:47 | 111.28 | 94% |