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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2878 | 2014-10-08 13:15:08 | 74.84 | 93% |
| 2759 | 2014-09-30 21:15:31 | 71.31 | 92% |
| 2688 | 2014-09-27 23:02:27 | 75.61 | 96% |
| 2618 | 2014-09-19 09:26:10 | 61.62 | 89% |
| 2502 | 2014-09-06 01:23:46 | 75.75 | 95% |
| 649 | 2014-04-02 14:52:27 | 61.93 | 94% |
| 640 | 2014-04-02 00:54:23 | 61.71 | 94% |
| 69 | 2014-02-27 02:27:09 | 54.63 | 91% |