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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2932 | 2014-03-11 15:05:56 | 74.02 | 97% |
| 1906 | 2012-06-26 13:03:11 | 66.04 | 92% |
| 1793 | 2012-06-21 12:53:54 | 64.82 | 92% |
| 1414 | 2012-05-19 11:55:38 | 59.44 | 91% |
| 658 | 2012-02-19 15:30:34 | 58.88 | 93% |
| 199 | 2012-01-18 16:18:40 | 49.79 | 91% |