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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2630 | 2013-05-04 11:27:25 | 80.66 | 96% |
| 2364 | 2013-04-17 03:13:26 | 78.61 | 91% |
| 1456 | 2012-11-18 02:05:02 | 69.79 | 94% |
| 818 | 2012-10-15 14:50:47 | 68.10 | 91% |
| 576 | 2012-10-04 03:11:08 | 68.10 | 94% |
| 519 | 2012-09-24 02:50:58 | 62.34 | 95% |
| 430 | 2012-09-05 10:28:06 | 60.52 | 96% |