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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1865 | 2014-09-19 03:52:14 | 48.95 | 91% |
| 1834 | 2014-07-16 04:12:26 | 51.29 | 91% |
| 1642 | 2014-05-16 06:49:56 | 56.52 | 95% |
| 1533 | 2014-05-13 15:15:45 | 55.52 | 94% |
| 1371 | 2014-05-08 03:27:13 | 57.24 | 96% |
| 816 | 2014-04-14 14:39:01 | 52.96 | 96% |
| 165 | 2014-03-28 14:59:08 | 47.70 | 96% |