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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1825 | 2015-03-10 14:30:20 | 84.36 | 94% |
| 1701 | 2015-01-25 17:43:06 | 82.53 | 95% |
| 1528 | 2014-12-28 21:26:20 | 65.56 | 95% |
| 1425 | 2014-12-26 11:50:32 | 52.85 | 95% |
| 535 | 2012-05-24 09:48:01 | 95.45 | 97% |
| 448 | 2011-02-07 11:03:54 | 99.79 |