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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3933 | 2014-10-28 17:25:28 | 68.57 | 94% |
| 3384 | 2014-10-10 23:22:27 | 68.11 | 92% |
| 1745 | 2014-08-26 15:26:13 | 50.39 | 87% |
| 1512 | 2014-08-22 20:44:12 | 58.20 | 93% |
| 1269 | 2014-08-15 21:43:29 | 55.80 | 90% |
| 1205 | 2014-08-14 17:52:45 | 53.21 | 88% |
| 961 | 2014-08-10 21:17:02 | 55.08 | 94% |
| 924 | 2014-08-10 16:23:28 | 56.34 | 92% |
| 719 | 2014-08-04 22:53:29 | 56.22 | 94% |
| 251 | 2014-07-27 18:14:33 | 42.28 | 88% |
| 144 | 2014-07-26 16:00:58 | 43.91 | 89% |