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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1193 | 2015-07-26 17:55:40 | 64.11 | 92% |
| 1070 | 2015-07-21 11:19:05 | 62.68 | 92% |
| 791 | 2015-07-09 18:17:59 | 43.16 | 88% |
| 389 | 2013-01-23 16:12:17 | 54.84 | 89% |
| 224 | 2013-01-19 14:11:22 | 57.32 | 91% |