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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1930 | 2015-03-01 20:17:45 | 43.26 | 88% |
| 1913 | 2015-02-25 06:11:26 | 51.03 | 95% |
| 1494 | 2014-07-26 05:55:56 | 48.97 | 91% |
| 1439 | 2014-07-19 20:08:09 | 46.01 | 91% |
| 1024 | 2014-04-19 06:04:50 | 45.58 | 93% |
| 905 | 2014-03-31 05:44:59 | 40.34 | 92% |