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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4061 | 2014-05-21 03:10:56 | 106.12 | 97% |
| 3364 | 2014-04-29 05:01:57 | 96.98 | 94% |
| 3245 | 2014-04-24 15:46:12 | 87.76 | 93% |
| 2355 | 2014-04-08 05:40:37 | 94.69 | 95% |
| 1415 | 2014-03-20 07:21:04 | 96.09 | 97% |
| 901 | 2014-03-11 20:49:20 | 82.61 | 95% |
| 750 | 2014-03-10 23:34:58 | 96.56 | 97% |
| 730 | 2014-03-07 00:34:34 | 74.21 | 89% |
| 655 | 2014-03-06 04:15:57 | 97.90 | 98% |
| 371 | 2014-03-02 03:26:39 | 76.97 | 91% |