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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2077 | 2017-09-30 10:12:56 | 104.32 | 99% |
| 1756 | 2009-05-25 14:31:51 | 85.54 | |
| 1743 | 2009-05-23 05:41:47 | 81.46 | |
| 1671 | 2009-05-20 08:36:14 | 86.77 | |
| 1586 | 2009-05-16 07:19:24 | 86.30 | |
| 1407 | 2009-04-30 10:16:00 | 92.08 | |
| 1245 | 2009-04-24 08:22:57 | 87.13 | |
| 392 | 2009-04-03 07:57:57 | 89.45 | |
| 355 | 2009-04-03 06:33:41 | 90.68 | |
| 290 | 2009-03-31 13:30:03 | 99.46 |