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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1601 | 2014-02-19 12:48:55 | 48.28 | 91% |
| 1538 | 2014-02-18 12:32:21 | 46.65 | 92% |
| 1058 | 2014-01-24 11:35:46 | 40.83 | 95% |
| 463 | 2014-01-06 08:20:26 | 39.13 | 84% |
| 90 | 2013-12-03 09:14:24 | 40.19 | 93% |
| 78 | 2013-12-02 13:08:30 | 38.18 | 90% |