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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2004 | 2016-03-09 18:50:25 | 84.65 | 94% |
| 1684 | 2013-03-05 08:58:13 | 100.69 | 97% |
| 1364 | 2012-05-24 01:59:12 | 75.22 | 88% |
| 1292 | 2012-05-21 22:22:10 | 73.79 | 88% |
| 413 | 2012-02-04 06:38:26 | 80.05 | 96% |
| 72 | 2011-10-14 15:43:33 | 68.25 | 89% |