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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1116 | 2013-08-23 19:08:05 | 64.51 | 97% |
| 604 | 2013-07-29 20:16:59 | 57.05 | 94% |
| 592 | 2013-07-29 16:41:47 | 62.34 | 98% |
| 391 | 2013-07-22 16:32:51 | 55.78 | 95% |
| 377 | 2013-07-22 15:38:04 | 50.69 | 95% |
| 309 | 2013-07-18 16:58:31 | 51.50 | 95% |
| 49 | 2013-07-05 13:33:48 | 47.73 | 98% |