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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1758 | 2013-07-24 18:16:18 | 106.78 | 96% |
| 1740 | 2013-06-11 07:59:39 | 104.98 | 94% |
| 1305 | 2013-02-20 03:09:23 | 103.66 | 93% |
| 1168 | 2013-02-04 22:17:13 | 103.00 | 91% |
| 769 | 2013-01-21 23:11:14 | 99.07 | 91% |
| 741 | 2013-01-21 21:45:23 | 94.09 | 93% |
| 391 | 2013-01-03 05:51:47 | 96.52 | 91% |