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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1247 | 2014-01-25 15:54:18 | 66.30 | 97% |
| 1084 | 2013-11-05 15:01:14 | 68.57 | 96% |
| 846 | 2013-08-31 12:40:11 | 72.62 | 96% |
| 299 | 2013-06-28 13:10:01 | 60.89 | 96% |
| 177 | 2013-06-12 08:45:19 | 56.65 | 95% |