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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 854 | 2014-03-05 06:04:26 | 59.66 | 91% |
| 747 | 2014-02-27 02:26:56 | 69.92 | 93% |
| 701 | 2014-02-20 03:00:24 | 56.39 | 91% |
| 541 | 2013-07-16 19:54:48 | 60.48 | 92% |
| 319 | 2013-07-10 20:15:37 | 60.68 | 92% |