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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1611 | 2013-10-07 02:58:51 | 100.53 | 95% |
| 1331 | 2013-09-19 23:26:06 | 94.34 | 96% |
| 1234 | 2013-09-18 04:22:56 | 81.49 | 95% |
| 662 | 2013-09-07 02:42:52 | 93.54 | 98% |
| 247 | 2013-08-25 21:27:49 | 74.20 | 96% |
| 233 | 2013-08-21 22:45:32 | 79.77 | 99% |
| 215 | 2013-08-20 10:56:47 | 77.90 | 97% |
| 169 | 2013-08-17 04:28:59 | 63.32 | 95% |