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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1842 | 2013-09-13 04:21:37 | 74.00 | 95% |
| 1706 | 2013-07-03 10:05:54 | 70.64 | 94% |
| 1632 | 2013-07-01 10:27:33 | 91.92 | 99% |
| 1053 | 2013-03-04 06:32:18 | 72.97 | 93% |
| 883 | 2013-03-01 09:28:17 | 83.51 | 95% |
| 586 | 2013-02-13 04:36:59 | 75.74 | 96% |
| 382 | 2013-01-28 09:23:39 | 76.29 | 94% |
| 259 | 2013-01-27 06:58:46 | 83.17 | 95% |