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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1639 | 2016-03-28 23:33:13 | 76.19 | 93% |
| 1393 | 2014-12-19 10:30:39 | 79.65 | 93% |
| 1381 | 2014-12-18 17:11:08 | 73.71 | 88% |
| 922 | 2010-10-03 13:38:33 | 69.82 | |
| 843 | 2010-09-16 06:44:23 | 79.28 | |
| 64 | 2010-07-04 18:27:33 | 68.12 |