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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1080 | 2015-03-26 14:39:39 | 86.23 | 96% |
| 1031 | 2013-11-28 14:39:07 | 90.54 | 97% |
| 986 | 2013-04-20 19:13:21 | 96.46 | 99% |
| 688 | 2012-12-02 18:14:46 | 91.23 | 97% |
| 436 | 2012-11-14 18:28:13 | 90.66 | 96% |