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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 711 | 2014-03-20 17:54:40 | 62.73 | 93% |
| 648 | 2014-03-13 15:00:13 | 56.47 | 92% |
| 640 | 2014-03-12 21:45:38 | 57.46 | 93% |
| 543 | 2014-03-09 18:02:17 | 55.36 | 90% |
| 388 | 2013-10-24 12:30:31 | 48.71 | 90% |
| 309 | 2013-10-17 01:09:00 | 39.52 | 88% |
| 132 | 2013-10-03 22:19:36 | 35.14 | 81% |