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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 408 | 2014-06-16 16:55:33 | 139.08 | 99% |
| 196 | 2012-06-06 10:57:37 | 150.90 | 100% |
| 169 | 2012-06-04 00:06:11 | 149.07 | 100% |
| 26 | 2012-05-31 22:18:32 | 143.42 | 99% |