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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 812 | 2015-04-24 06:34:38 | 86.53 | 94% |
| 567 | 2013-12-11 14:56:20 | 97.08 | 97% |
| 390 | 2013-11-09 17:38:59 | 75.46 | 91% |
| 300 | 2013-11-06 14:21:40 | 74.71 | 89% |
| 273 | 2013-11-05 15:01:11 | 74.00 | 88% |
| 168 | 2013-10-28 22:14:23 | 75.58 | 91% |