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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1839 | 2012-06-12 15:31:49 | 136.88 | 98% |
| 1803 | 2012-06-12 10:22:26 | 125.76 | 95% |
| 1750 | 2012-06-04 11:39:38 | 123.87 | 96% |
| 1671 | 2012-05-14 12:52:56 | 121.60 | 95% |
| 1256 | 2012-02-13 07:03:46 | 116.19 | 97% |
| 744 | 2011-12-26 05:45:48 | 118.90 | 98% |
| 712 | 2011-12-26 04:57:01 | 113.75 | 95% |
| 401 | 2011-12-13 11:33:31 | 118.43 | 97% |