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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3034 | 2017-06-08 15:24:12 | 110.25 | 99% |
| 2755 | 2012-08-23 17:58:19 | 108.14 | 94% |
| 1968 | 2010-12-17 02:34:17 | 111.38 | |
| 1941 | 2010-11-15 05:14:11 | 114.61 | |
| 1309 | 2010-09-09 06:51:27 | 95.85 | |
| 1229 | 2010-09-06 03:04:50 | 109.50 | |
| 834 | 2010-08-23 02:00:09 | 105.49 | |
| 364 | 2010-08-02 04:03:52 | 96.07 |