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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2381 | 2015-11-11 11:15:42 | 36.17 | 94% |
| 2355 | 2015-11-02 12:06:44 | 38.97 | 95% |
| 1961 | 2015-06-16 17:45:55 | 38.99 | 97% |
| 1465 | 2015-04-13 18:08:14 | 35.87 | 93% |
| 1356 | 2015-03-26 19:29:05 | 31.70 | 94% |
| 1180 | 2015-02-26 18:51:17 | 35.18 | 95% |
| 902 | 2014-12-18 10:34:05 | 32.58 | 91% |
| 793 | 2014-11-20 16:29:54 | 35.45 | 96% |
| 542 | 2014-06-12 18:12:44 | 32.60 | 92% |
| 488 | 2014-04-24 18:21:58 | 30.81 | 91% |
| 435 | 2014-03-13 10:45:56 | 30.39 | 93% |