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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1761 | 2013-10-15 13:22:39 | 96.32 | 97% |
| 1693 | 2013-10-13 13:55:19 | 94.98 | 97% |
| 1373 | 2013-09-25 23:25:58 | 97.15 | 98% |
| 1168 | 2013-09-13 00:39:21 | 94.16 | 97% |
| 652 | 2013-08-12 13:26:59 | 82.72 | 96% |
| 635 | 2013-08-12 02:17:20 | 85.18 | 93% |