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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1994 | 2015-08-06 17:16:32 | 60.84 | 87% |
| 1872 | 2015-07-17 17:40:22 | 64.17 | 89% |
| 1764 | 2015-05-06 19:16:46 | 67.18 | 90% |
| 1000 | 2015-01-13 14:08:29 | 57.16 | 91% |
| 825 | 2014-11-25 19:15:20 | 64.48 | 93% |
| 487 | 2014-11-06 15:58:32 | 59.44 | 91% |
| 36 | 2014-03-11 19:02:44 | 39.81 | 86% |