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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1981 | 2014-07-13 21:03:11 | 114.79 | 97% |
| 1494 | 2014-06-25 18:35:02 | 119.16 | 95% |
| 1017 | 2014-06-12 18:40:37 | 104.54 | 92% |
| 548 | 2013-07-30 16:40:25 | 88.25 | 88% |