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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1389 | 2013-06-15 08:08:10 | 50.46 | 96% |
| 1184 | 2013-06-08 02:52:47 | 45.99 | 95% |
| 716 | 2013-05-23 02:23:48 | 42.48 | 93% |
| 610 | 2013-05-20 03:00:02 | 47.32 | 98% |
| 365 | 2013-05-15 01:45:34 | 41.34 | 96% |
| 338 | 2013-05-14 06:53:57 | 40.11 | 94% |