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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2567 | 2014-10-28 15:51:52 | 68.56 | 95% |
| 2297 | 2014-01-08 02:45:05 | 69.68 | 96% |
| 1962 | 2013-04-11 13:16:51 | 69.17 | 97% |
| 902 | 2012-08-09 21:42:00 | 68.40 | 96% |