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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1447 | 2016-03-01 09:58:09 | 115.52 | 97% |
| 1015 | 2012-11-08 06:54:37 | 112.71 | 97% |
| 896 | 2012-08-25 21:29:50 | 107.86 | 95% |
| 375 | 2012-06-19 07:06:53 | 131.47 | 100% |