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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1662 | 2013-09-04 05:28:42 | 83.52 | 93% |
| 1482 | 2013-08-13 02:52:09 | 76.64 | 95% |
| 1240 | 2013-07-01 06:18:23 | 82.75 | 97% |
| 1230 | 2013-06-28 01:42:48 | 87.68 | 98% |
| 449 | 2013-04-23 03:42:22 | 72.83 | 94% |
| 234 | 2013-04-15 08:16:36 | 67.59 | 94% |