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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1733 | 2014-11-07 21:04:26 | 85.43 | 95% |
| 1587 | 2014-09-19 20:01:39 | 99.56 | 96% |
| 1289 | 2014-09-04 16:52:26 | 79.27 | 92% |
| 1155 | 2014-09-02 20:06:29 | 86.15 | 95% |
| 633 | 2014-08-22 16:43:08 | 84.47 | 93% |
| 440 | 2014-08-20 19:58:03 | 87.50 | 97% |
| 384 | 2014-08-20 14:28:04 | 82.57 | 93% |