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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2355 | 2013-11-11 01:46:58 | 80.41 | 93% |
| 1686 | 2013-10-22 02:38:55 | 77.65 | 91% |
| 1583 | 2013-10-18 16:39:01 | 84.33 | 96% |
| 1212 | 2013-10-09 08:49:45 | 81.95 | 95% |
| 1170 | 2013-10-07 14:15:02 | 76.36 | 92% |