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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2804 | 2013-09-14 04:11:41 | 115.65 | 96% |
| 1971 | 2013-01-12 04:53:56 | 98.18 | 91% |
| 1535 | 2012-11-27 05:40:08 | 106.24 | 93% |
| 1478 | 2012-11-19 01:25:48 | 102.60 | 90% |
| 1088 | 2012-10-28 04:38:46 | 93.44 | 91% |
| 349 | 2012-10-15 01:50:41 | 93.51 | 93% |
| 29 | 2012-09-30 06:20:00 | 97.09 | 95% |