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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1828 | 2017-01-17 04:00:14 | 119.14 | 95% |
| 1190 | 2015-03-04 04:37:34 | 93.23 | 93% |
| 222 | 2012-06-04 04:28:51 | 88.46 | 94% |
| 143 | 2011-11-19 06:28:56 | 96.90 | 97% |
| 40 | 2011-08-07 19:52:59 | 88.47 | 98% |