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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2440 | 2013-01-06 12:35:00 | 52.62 | 93% |
| 1772 | 2012-09-14 07:22:03 | 44.05 | 89% |
| 1347 | 2012-07-25 13:34:23 | 33.21 | 87% |
| 1238 | 2012-07-24 06:55:36 | 36.20 | 93% |
| 1198 | 2012-07-23 19:21:50 | 30.85 | 90% |
| 1020 | 2012-07-21 14:01:45 | 28.77 | 87% |
| 786 | 2012-07-17 18:19:08 | 29.31 | 89% |