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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3507 | 2014-11-19 03:04:32 | 34.76 | 87% |
| 3453 | 2014-11-16 20:46:27 | 41.77 | 90% |
| 3255 | 2014-11-08 16:45:42 | 39.15 | 89% |
| 3182 | 2014-11-05 14:29:31 | 32.39 | 84% |
| 2758 | 2014-10-18 16:35:26 | 34.30 | 84% |
| 2154 | 2014-09-15 15:30:24 | 36.08 | 89% |
| 1872 | 2014-09-03 17:02:50 | 30.74 | 85% |
| 1572 | 2014-08-04 18:21:29 | 36.55 | 90% |
| 371 | 2014-07-12 03:00:07 | 31.08 | 92% |