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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1209 | 2013-05-31 10:00:33 | 95.34 | 91% |
| 1155 | 2013-05-28 07:58:49 | 84.39 | 90% |
| 899 | 2013-05-17 16:44:00 | 93.82 | 93% |
| 777 | 2013-05-16 13:59:01 | 104.67 | 95% |
| 320 | 2013-04-26 14:01:06 | 75.85 | 90% |