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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2115 | 2013-03-20 14:19:27 | 68.01 | 94% |
| 2100 | 2013-03-12 06:15:00 | 71.13 | 93% |
| 2089 | 2013-03-11 12:02:25 | 76.20 | 96% |
| 686 | 2011-04-09 08:50:28 | 54.11 |