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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1683 | 2013-11-25 09:08:16 | 42.31 | 90% |
| 1106 | 2013-11-09 09:28:05 | 40.84 | 94% |
| 924 | 2013-11-06 09:47:00 | 44.29 | 96% |
| 912 | 2013-11-06 07:48:23 | 40.65 | 91% |
| 502 | 2013-10-21 05:02:42 | 40.94 | 94% |
| 450 | 2013-10-18 07:12:53 | 22.91 | 86% |
| 306 | 2013-10-11 06:23:40 | 36.36 | 91% |