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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2698 | 2013-10-06 04:38:29 | 88.50 | 93% |
| 2625 | 2013-09-30 04:34:52 | 95.60 | 95% |
| 2482 | 2013-09-25 03:46:59 | 87.85 | 95% |
| 2153 | 2013-04-24 05:07:21 | 77.36 | 91% |
| 320 | 2012-11-21 14:18:09 | 69.57 | 93% |
| 148 | 2012-11-19 14:45:07 | 74.36 | 96% |