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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1206 | 2013-08-06 06:59:17 | 44.91 | 95% |
| 923 | 2012-07-13 03:15:34 | 49.22 | 97% |
| 816 | 2012-07-04 03:47:17 | 45.65 | 97% |
| 770 | 2012-07-02 09:38:09 | 48.43 | 96% |
| 555 | 2012-06-20 09:10:28 | 42.42 | 96% |
| 503 | 2012-06-19 09:06:29 | 41.91 | 97% |
| 333 | 2012-06-16 07:54:22 | 40.42 | 97% |