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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1195 | 2014-08-18 08:57:42 | 132.48 | 99% |
| 919 | 2012-07-06 16:36:03 | 108.64 | 96% |
| 902 | 2012-06-19 19:41:40 | 100.41 | 94% |
| 5 | 2011-09-17 04:46:07 | 77.37 | 92% |