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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 514 | 2015-03-16 10:50:30 | 81.19 | 85% |
| 335 | 2013-12-30 13:53:31 | 105.38 | 94% |
| 309 | 2013-01-22 11:38:01 | 119.71 | 97% |
| 302 | 2013-01-22 11:22:41 | 101.90 | 93% |