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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1464 | 2014-10-02 18:13:23 | 108.33 | 91% |
| 1458 | 2014-07-19 01:04:54 | 110.97 | 95% |
| 1096 | 2009-10-22 06:30:23 | 113.50 | |
| 902 | 2009-07-26 01:13:11 | 102.62 | |
| 775 | 2009-07-06 05:54:03 | 94.94 | |
| 413 | 2009-04-25 04:04:30 | 83.64 | |
| 92 | 2009-04-09 03:03:01 | 78.89 | |
| 83 | 2009-04-09 02:48:36 | 65.30 |