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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1181 | 2013-11-05 03:01:35 | 85.00 | 96% |
| 1133 | 2013-10-04 03:39:28 | 77.55 | 97% |
| 953 | 2013-09-15 19:49:43 | 84.90 | 99% |
| 390 | 2013-06-20 00:11:55 | 91.57 | 100% |
| 146 | 2013-06-14 15:28:00 | 72.65 | 94% |
| 10 | 2013-06-12 22:07:34 | 65.81 | 94% |