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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1321 | 2014-03-16 21:09:36 | 91.18 | 96% |
| 1166 | 2014-03-11 23:33:12 | 87.63 | 95% |
| 925 | 2014-02-22 22:24:22 | 70.44 | 91% |
| 664 | 2014-02-11 23:01:30 | 81.48 | 92% |
| 330 | 2012-12-27 22:40:42 | 67.48 | 93% |