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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1034 | 2015-04-12 08:08:48 | 105.01 | 94% |
| 1013 | 2015-03-26 05:51:33 | 105.67 | 96% |
| 929 | 2015-03-25 04:30:58 | 108.53 | 95% |
| 74 | 2009-02-26 07:26:46 | 121.01 | |
| 52 | 2009-02-26 07:00:06 | 128.46 |