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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 522 | 2013-01-25 17:41:04 | 105.75 | 90% |
| 491 | 2013-01-24 21:38:57 | 125.89 | 96% |
| 356 | 2013-01-23 06:36:15 | 113.92 | 94% |
| 107 | 2013-01-14 15:46:31 | 121.74 | 95% |