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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1807 | 2013-09-30 18:44:10 | 114.52 | 97% |
| 1622 | 2013-09-12 21:54:03 | 104.31 | 96% |
| 1508 | 2013-09-09 00:15:11 | 111.65 | 97% |
| 1368 | 2013-09-05 23:18:20 | 122.91 | 99% |
| 1194 | 2013-09-05 06:25:11 | 109.59 | 96% |
| 555 | 2013-08-22 21:00:06 | 116.52 | 99% |