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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1099 | 2014-06-30 14:53:44 | 66.65 | 93% |
| 1078 | 2014-06-22 11:27:31 | 69.84 | 94% |
| 1024 | 2014-06-17 02:58:01 | 67.23 | 94% |
| 747 | 2012-08-10 12:44:48 | 62.24 | 96% |
| 120 | 2012-01-18 06:36:44 | 34.54 | 95% |
| 87 | 2012-01-17 16:36:59 | 34.78 | 95% |