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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1829 | 2016-07-09 11:14:47 | 77.56 | 99% |
| 1729 | 2013-05-03 08:03:27 | 75.26 | 95% |
| 1188 | 2011-09-21 17:26:38 | 66.76 | 94% |
| 228 | 2011-06-20 12:36:59 | 41.74 | 94% |
| 38 | 2011-06-17 10:33:05 | 37.32 | 97% |