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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3242 | 2015-04-10 10:43:17 | 88.08 | 89% |
| 2513 | 2012-03-28 10:27:57 | 109.80 | 97% |
| 2028 | 2012-03-18 10:10:26 | 106.87 | 96% |
| 1298 | 2012-03-08 11:26:08 | 108.08 | 99% |
| 912 | 2012-03-04 15:44:40 | 90.33 | 91% |