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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1515 | 2014-04-05 04:56:05 | 95.77 | 98% |
| 1186 | 2013-08-14 01:44:23 | 75.25 | 94% |
| 1066 | 2013-08-08 13:28:20 | 73.22 | 89% |
| 652 | 2013-05-18 05:48:30 | 86.13 | 97% |
| 493 | 2013-04-17 03:13:27 | 75.28 | 94% |