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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1474 | 2013-12-07 04:47:50 | 133.70 | 95% |
| 1422 | 2013-11-18 12:35:57 | 132.50 | 98% |
| 1348 | 2013-10-24 13:34:48 | 125.12 | 96% |
| 1127 | 2013-09-07 00:01:11 | 121.88 | 92% |
| 551 | 2013-08-01 16:04:24 | 117.69 | 91% |
| 99 | 2013-07-08 02:34:57 | 103.40 | 89% |