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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2320 | 2016-09-06 08:59:56 | 88.30 | 94% |
| 2179 | 2014-12-22 00:47:15 | 98.52 | 94% |
| 1478 | 2014-08-11 04:45:03 | 96.78 | 94% |
| 1232 | 2014-07-15 16:30:18 | 91.94 | 94% |
| 1136 | 2014-06-11 05:22:09 | 102.33 | 97% |
| 1101 | 2014-06-10 14:24:35 | 96.59 | 100% |