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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1190 | 2015-04-22 01:19:13 | 134.33 | 96% |
| 976 | 2013-11-19 12:06:43 | 127.65 | 97% |
| 813 | 2012-07-03 07:13:46 | 121.96 | 96% |
| 617 | 2012-02-05 05:40:20 | 120.98 | 95% |
| 607 | 2011-11-23 12:06:06 | 124.03 | 97% |
| 278 | 2010-10-15 03:24:05 | 120.33 |