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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1711 | 2016-09-08 06:01:33 | 65.01 | 91% |
| 1417 | 2013-10-24 05:12:59 | 54.26 | 90% |
| 254 | 2012-02-20 02:19:17 | 52.01 | 86% |
| 207 | 2012-02-16 21:04:07 | 45.09 | 81% |
| 169 | 2012-02-14 20:31:35 | 53.03 | 88% |
| 106 | 2012-02-07 20:03:06 | 48.74 | 87% |