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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2109 | 2016-08-20 11:52:58 | 133.80 | 99% |
| 1404 | 2013-08-24 09:14:25 | 143.62 | 98% |
| 1171 | 2013-08-08 11:51:07 | 133.51 | 99% |
| 790 | 2013-07-18 07:21:44 | 147.14 | 99% |
| 623 | 2013-07-15 09:16:48 | 128.84 | 95% |
| 498 | 2012-11-20 15:28:43 | 119.60 | 98% |
| 285 | 2011-05-06 22:51:49 | 129.60 | 98% |