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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2977 | 2015-09-09 01:59:08 | 74.08 | 95% |
| 2751 | 2014-12-31 08:00:58 | 68.51 | 91% |
| 2638 | 2014-11-06 17:47:04 | 74.95 | 94% |
| 1919 | 2013-08-16 18:09:12 | 68.71 | 93% |
| 1255 | 2013-06-02 11:37:06 | 65.34 | 97% |