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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1580 | 2014-04-05 20:48:12 | 85.71 | 95% |
| 1495 | 2012-05-24 15:12:17 | 92.79 | 95% |
| 1369 | 2011-03-22 15:39:53 | 94.47 | |
| 916 | 2011-03-14 17:47:40 | 89.10 | |
| 492 | 2011-03-03 21:20:38 | 90.04 | |
| 463 | 2011-03-03 19:59:32 | 89.87 | |
| 154 | 2011-02-28 17:24:51 | 89.14 | |
| 126 | 2011-02-28 16:12:33 | 85.77 |