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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2808 | 2014-01-18 14:40:13 | 81.90 | 96% |
| 2645 | 2014-01-04 20:36:04 | 94.57 | 98% |
| 2197 | 2013-10-17 13:24:43 | 88.88 | 98% |
| 1712 | 2013-07-29 22:51:57 | 74.83 | 94% |
| 1589 | 2013-07-07 19:42:06 | 82.80 | 93% |
| 880 | 2013-03-30 18:11:37 | 80.39 | 96% |
| 129 | 2013-02-09 15:30:57 | 78.07 | 93% |