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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1325 | 2015-01-15 05:15:06 | 88.57 | 99% |
| 1317 | 2013-07-23 17:59:53 | 76.84 | 96% |
| 920 | 2013-01-21 23:55:04 | 69.87 | 93% |
| 320 | 2012-03-29 21:25:08 | 56.10 | 91% |