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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1884 | 2013-04-06 07:53:34 | 62.04 | 91% |
| 1575 | 2013-03-08 07:45:47 | 68.39 | 95% |
| 1539 | 2013-03-06 17:14:11 | 52.01 | 85% |
| 1004 | 2013-02-16 03:33:26 | 63.87 | 95% |
| 441 | 2013-02-02 15:40:44 | 64.34 | 96% |