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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3739 | 2014-07-16 05:13:25 | 75.42 | 98% |
| 3454 | 2014-03-10 01:28:56 | 68.77 | 95% |
| 2899 | 2013-08-27 01:59:28 | 70.39 | 100% |
| 2277 | 2013-07-22 15:32:03 | 79.15 | 99% |
| 1725 | 2013-06-04 14:21:48 | 69.80 | 95% |
| 1706 | 2013-06-04 07:07:30 | 73.03 | 98% |
| 520 | 2013-02-25 03:27:31 | 67.25 | 99% |