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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1054 | 2013-11-27 14:28:05 | 65.30 | 90% |
| 942 | 2013-11-09 18:04:46 | 58.53 | 91% |
| 769 | 2013-10-30 09:56:22 | 60.74 | 90% |
| 348 | 2013-08-02 15:24:08 | 51.46 | 91% |
| 262 | 2013-07-28 17:27:16 | 54.44 | 93% |
| 18 | 2013-05-26 15:19:40 | 48.92 | 94% |