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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 519 | 2013-10-13 20:10:24 | 128.55 | 94% |
| 328 | 2013-10-01 02:18:20 | 144.63 | 98% |
| 172 | 2013-03-15 02:51:32 | 135.26 | 96% |
| 38 | 2013-03-08 23:39:35 | 134.80 | 97% |
| 21 | 2013-03-08 22:55:04 | 131.50 | 98% |