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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2816 | 2014-10-17 02:16:37 | 93.02 | 93% |
| 2593 | 2014-08-08 20:04:28 | 84.11 | 91% |
| 2261 | 2014-02-27 04:18:44 | 92.60 | 95% |
| 2193 | 2014-02-15 03:56:59 | 87.94 | 91% |
| 1524 | 2013-06-30 15:33:54 | 89.22 | 95% |
| 517 | 2009-01-21 17:54:49 | 82.39 | |
| 255 | 2009-01-16 19:17:15 | 77.15 | |
| 201 | 2009-01-15 13:23:04 | 92.22 |