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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1100 | 2014-07-18 12:55:30 | 67.06 | 93% |
| 1032 | 2012-10-19 16:40:20 | 58.86 | 93% |
| 784 | 2012-07-14 14:35:56 | 58.58 | 88% |
| 326 | 2012-06-13 11:39:10 | 49.07 | 86% |
| 278 | 2012-06-09 07:13:25 | 59.10 | 94% |
| 218 | 2012-06-03 08:06:15 | 52.16 | 93% |