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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2044 | 2013-08-26 02:09:33 | 72.24 | 94% |
| 1879 | 2013-08-05 09:55:39 | 75.02 | 95% |
| 1009 | 2011-12-30 04:26:58 | 70.15 | 94% |
| 203 | 2011-06-21 13:01:37 | 60.98 | 94% |
| 28 | 2011-06-17 16:18:17 | 62.25 | 91% |