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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1416 | 2013-07-30 00:18:50 | 90.42 | 97% |
| 1017 | 2012-11-13 17:30:52 | 80.24 | 94% |
| 927 | 2012-10-23 03:04:22 | 70.62 | 91% |
| 488 | 2012-09-25 16:23:31 | 69.57 | 93% |
| 352 | 2012-09-18 16:57:37 | 59.84 | 86% |