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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1486 | 2016-02-22 09:45:29 | 40.55 | 93% |
| 1407 | 2014-12-09 11:18:58 | 45.88 | 95% |
| 1217 | 2013-01-15 08:47:21 | 33.44 | 93% |
| 1166 | 2012-09-19 11:39:50 | 46.61 | 97% |
| 254 | 2012-06-15 13:06:38 | 46.59 | 96% |