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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1723 | 2013-10-05 10:06:45 | 80.54 | 98% |
| 1227 | 2012-03-01 07:01:26 | 80.13 | 98% |
| 1186 | 2012-02-28 02:02:22 | 78.25 | 98% |
| 718 | 2012-01-11 22:48:46 | 78.17 | 99% |
| 640 | 2012-01-07 21:33:37 | 65.92 | 95% |
| 602 | 2012-01-07 02:21:34 | 67.34 | 98% |
| 431 | 2011-11-20 21:07:05 | 61.18 | 97% |