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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1543 | 2013-02-22 20:48:35 | 96.29 | 97% |
| 1361 | 2013-02-04 06:11:27 | 100.08 | 95% |
| 1162 | 2013-01-20 05:02:13 | 97.85 | 99% |
| 846 | 2013-01-12 20:09:37 | 88.02 | 97% |
| 478 | 2012-12-30 02:25:47 | 93.53 | 97% |
| 45 | 2012-11-09 06:34:03 | 92.59 | 99% |