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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 985 | 2013-04-22 19:31:29 | 74.98 | 96% |
| 697 | 2013-02-19 04:54:38 | 56.50 | 92% |
| 579 | 2013-02-13 03:37:38 | 57.44 | 92% |
| 572 | 2013-02-12 22:20:55 | 55.83 | 89% |
| 432 | 2013-02-02 03:30:52 | 56.58 | 91% |