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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1803 | 2014-04-30 12:26:46 | 68.21 | 96% |
| 1512 | 2013-09-12 22:39:26 | 55.39 | 90% |
| 1232 | 2013-07-15 11:01:39 | 44.55 | 96% |
| 667 | 2012-12-13 14:00:00 | 51.20 | 90% |
| 539 | 2012-11-03 02:53:16 | 63.49 | 95% |
| 220 | 2011-12-28 10:43:23 | 62.91 | 97% |