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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1692 | 2013-01-09 15:30:55 | 61.04 | 85% |
| 1590 | 2013-01-05 15:34:43 | 55.27 | 85% |
| 1356 | 2012-11-22 11:04:15 | 47.73 | 81% |
| 1319 | 2012-11-17 16:51:18 | 51.94 | 85% |
| 1043 | 2012-10-06 15:38:27 | 44.46 | 86% |
| 1021 | 2012-09-30 11:30:42 | 47.57 | 84% |