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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1721 | 2013-09-18 06:36:46 | 70.76 | 89% |
| 1671 | 2013-09-16 08:22:29 | 73.99 | 98% |
| 1615 | 2013-09-12 07:55:19 | 68.38 | 97% |
| 870 | 2013-01-17 11:27:47 | 77.36 | 94% |
| 521 | 2013-01-01 12:06:27 | 61.53 | 94% |
| 126 | 2012-12-19 06:22:31 | 60.60 | 88% |