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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1596 | 2013-07-21 10:42:41 | 95.59 | 97% |
| 1444 | 2013-07-14 10:27:28 | 90.60 | 95% |
| 1350 | 2013-07-08 05:54:55 | 88.93 | 91% |
| 884 | 2013-06-09 09:07:43 | 89.74 | 94% |