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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1248 | 2013-12-23 21:19:48 | 40.24 | 93% |
| 1103 | 2013-11-12 15:16:29 | 44.17 | 96% |
| 957 | 2013-09-17 14:15:43 | 41.25 | 95% |
| 744 | 2013-07-31 21:33:36 | 34.90 | 92% |
| 737 | 2013-07-31 19:52:44 | 37.53 | 93% |