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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1220 | 2013-10-09 06:33:49 | 81.19 | 91% |
| 1146 | 2013-09-21 17:20:02 | 86.05 | 91% |
| 1021 | 2013-09-14 13:40:18 | 90.27 | 94% |
| 275 | 2013-02-17 06:17:25 | 80.31 | 93% |