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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1930 | 2013-07-18 07:34:50 | 79.99 | 96% |
| 1636 | 2012-04-25 18:13:52 | 85.21 | 100% |
| 1336 | 2012-02-24 12:30:46 | 67.87 | 97% |
| 1094 | 2012-02-15 03:04:00 | 77.33 | 96% |
| 898 | 2012-02-04 02:05:16 | 75.61 | 95% |
| 840 | 2012-02-03 11:37:07 | 71.62 | 95% |
| 810 | 2012-02-03 10:46:46 | 75.42 | 98% |
| 749 | 2012-01-30 02:42:21 | 67.58 | 93% |
| 521 | 2012-01-26 20:40:10 | 77.88 | 96% |