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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2304 | 2016-11-09 00:26:40 | 30.28 | 94% |
| 2223 | 2016-11-06 23:11:21 | 30.53 | 99% |
| 1999 | 2016-08-17 19:48:27 | 79.50 | 95% |
| 1939 | 2016-08-08 15:02:41 | 86.89 | 98% |
| 1456 | 2013-08-25 18:26:41 | 69.81 | 93% |
| 1008 | 2013-05-15 17:24:16 | 62.93 | 96% |
| 493 | 2013-03-22 17:07:12 | 57.51 | 96% |
| 280 | 2013-03-12 13:32:20 | 49.86 | 95% |
| 57 | 2013-03-05 16:31:37 | 42.18 | 91% |