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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2529 | 2013-11-27 05:00:55 | 80.40 | 99% |
| 2284 | 2013-07-29 12:25:20 | 69.12 | 94% |
| 2189 | 2013-07-24 02:14:49 | 70.10 | 94% |
| 2142 | 2013-07-17 14:22:28 | 70.46 | 96% |
| 1456 | 2013-03-02 15:05:41 | 71.71 | 95% |
| 533 | 2012-11-03 09:03:24 | 66.39 | 95% |