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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2890 | 2017-04-11 07:32:35 | 84.21 | 89% |
| 2107 | 2013-04-14 08:46:21 | 82.53 | 93% |
| 899 | 2011-05-01 11:34:03 | 80.24 | |
| 626 | 2010-11-28 20:05:14 | 79.42 |