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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1148 | 2014-04-27 09:02:19 | 84.29 | 98% |
| 1048 | 2014-04-13 20:34:21 | 69.44 | 93% |
| 569 | 2012-03-01 21:43:42 | 77.67 | 97% |
| 212 | 2011-09-29 16:12:43 | 58.97 | 91% |
| 137 | 2011-06-21 15:48:40 | 61.12 | 91% |