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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1713 | 2016-06-22 07:37:14 | 99.40 | 96% |
| 1275 | 2012-01-25 10:46:02 | 91.98 | 94% |
| 1057 | 2011-10-12 10:19:20 | 81.70 | 93% |
| 900 | 2011-09-03 17:05:00 | 88.79 | 93% |
| 633 | 2011-07-07 09:15:48 | 89.13 | 97% |
| 255 | 2010-09-25 07:52:07 | 62.98 |