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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1634 | 2014-12-31 18:30:06 | 108.71 | 96% |
| 1541 | 2014-12-26 16:36:43 | 108.75 | 94% |
| 1135 | 2014-11-17 22:17:00 | 94.26 | 92% |
| 916 | 2014-10-31 23:00:42 | 106.12 | 97% |
| 890 | 2014-09-12 20:34:24 | 90.07 | 94% |
| 296 | 2014-07-02 15:34:26 | 101.24 | 95% |