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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1264 | 2017-09-02 03:29:33 | 45.19 | 96% |
| 1134 | 2016-12-03 16:19:26 | 46.52 | 89% |
| 1013 | 2012-12-07 03:52:13 | 54.08 | 96% |
| 909 | 2012-12-04 06:49:22 | 56.06 | 95% |
| 340 | 2011-10-19 03:16:06 | 54.17 | 93% |