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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1197 | 2014-11-02 17:31:53 | 129.24 | 98% |
| 1115 | 2014-10-12 17:43:45 | 128.64 | 99% |
| 910 | 2014-09-27 03:23:53 | 128.81 | 97% |
| 827 | 2014-09-20 00:29:11 | 117.81 | 96% |
| 813 | 2014-09-19 04:18:29 | 128.59 | 99% |
| 666 | 2014-08-31 20:01:14 | 126.37 | 98% |
| 315 | 2011-05-15 03:38:56 | 102.99 | 97% |