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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2246 | 2014-05-07 19:47:06 | 78.07 | 92% |
| 2052 | 2014-05-04 21:04:17 | 80.64 | 93% |
| 1903 | 2014-05-01 19:31:27 | 82.72 | 93% |
| 1900 | 2014-04-30 02:34:27 | 89.43 | 99% |
| 310 | 2013-02-22 17:27:28 | 62.24 | 92% |