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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1158 | 2014-09-02 00:32:06 | 113.63 | 87% |
| 1072 | 2014-02-12 05:28:22 | 87.93 | 85% |
| 720 | 2014-01-10 07:10:25 | 101.06 | 84% |
| 287 | 2013-12-30 02:38:52 | 104.28 | 89% |
| 85 | 2013-12-25 18:53:08 | 116.34 | 90% |