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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2071 | 2013-09-23 03:31:52 | 71.22 | 87% |
| 1754 | 2013-09-13 00:58:26 | 78.34 | 91% |
| 1686 | 2013-09-11 03:27:19 | 75.45 | 93% |
| 990 | 2012-11-14 06:30:45 | 64.69 | 85% |
| 961 | 2012-11-14 03:27:09 | 65.08 | 87% |
| 734 | 2012-11-08 17:27:51 | 74.68 | 90% |