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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1115 | 2012-10-17 17:53:48 | 103.19 | 97% |
| 743 | 2012-10-10 04:03:22 | 103.88 | 94% |
| 350 | 2012-10-06 04:24:26 | 111.77 | 97% |
| 331 | 2012-10-06 04:02:11 | 118.82 | 99% |