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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1868 | 2014-12-20 13:27:02 | 142.30 | 95% |
| 1764 | 2013-08-25 12:56:43 | 141.60 | 94% |
| 1723 | 2013-08-21 11:21:11 | 133.82 | 96% |
| 1634 | 2013-08-13 11:12:52 | 137.79 | 96% |
| 1182 | 2012-11-06 11:36:30 | 132.37 | 96% |
| 884 | 2012-03-25 07:26:59 | 128.05 | 93% |
| 651 | 2012-01-06 13:43:11 | 115.57 | 93% |