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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1874 | 2014-03-16 05:05:02 | 65.89 | 96% |
| 1700 | 2014-02-07 13:25:57 | 71.78 | 95% |
| 1550 | 2013-08-27 04:05:08 | 62.92 | 90% |
| 1355 | 2013-08-05 10:16:09 | 63.09 | 92% |
| 1236 | 2013-07-27 09:26:27 | 66.35 | 95% |
| 994 | 2013-07-04 17:12:11 | 49.37 | 93% |
| 868 | 2013-06-27 09:23:47 | 48.86 | 89% |
| 86 | 2013-05-26 13:47:30 | 29.99 | 91% |