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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2564 | 2013-04-22 04:39:45 | 117.06 | 95% |
| 2222 | 2012-01-16 23:41:53 | 114.21 | 93% |
| 1680 | 2011-09-21 04:56:27 | 100.38 | 93% |
| 1075 | 2011-08-23 00:11:11 | 106.84 | 97% |
| 241 | 2011-07-15 21:06:22 | 100.06 | 93% |