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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1686 | 2012-05-26 00:20:32 | 121.52 | 99% |
| 1215 | 2012-04-30 20:29:06 | 108.24 | 97% |
| 1096 | 2012-04-29 15:24:35 | 116.00 | 99% |
| 1032 | 2012-04-29 01:42:24 | 111.49 | 100% |
| 760 | 2012-04-21 16:48:54 | 97.83 | 95% |
| 724 | 2012-04-20 13:27:10 | 100.53 | 95% |