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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2409 | 2014-10-26 14:43:11 | 71.27 | 93% |
| 2266 | 2014-04-19 13:50:49 | 71.99 | 94% |
| 2261 | 2014-04-12 13:43:32 | 81.13 | 95% |
| 2090 | 2014-03-22 12:23:00 | 68.58 | 93% |
| 1939 | 2014-02-08 12:57:59 | 73.00 | 94% |
| 1751 | 2014-01-27 16:18:18 | 62.84 | 90% |