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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1039 | 2013-10-21 18:58:11 | 78.58 | 90% |
| 925 | 2013-05-18 10:41:38 | 72.02 | 91% |
| 775 | 2013-05-09 16:05:00 | 82.75 | 92% |
| 427 | 2012-02-05 15:49:59 | 63.83 | 90% |
| 24 | 2011-11-28 21:48:27 | 67.48 | 95% |