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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2374 | 2015-03-08 16:29:42 | 73.61 | 94% |
| 2237 | 2014-11-13 16:22:16 | 85.95 | 99% |
| 1726 | 2012-03-23 13:59:42 | 66.73 | 92% |
| 1507 | 2011-12-29 19:50:32 | 67.25 | 91% |
| 1250 | 2011-06-13 10:15:12 | 64.00 | 91% |
| 267 | 2009-12-03 05:12:50 | 47.49 |