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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1826 | 2014-01-19 02:34:57 | 81.58 | 96% |
| 1744 | 2014-01-14 02:38:30 | 73.40 | 94% |
| 1353 | 2012-06-02 06:58:02 | 86.30 | 100% |
| 1275 | 2012-06-01 07:08:14 | 78.17 | 97% |
| 272 | 2011-08-09 03:13:10 | 77.06 | 98% |
| 20 | 2010-09-27 00:15:08 | 64.57 |