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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1501 | 2014-05-23 00:41:54 | 94.73 | 84% |
| 1286 | 2014-04-24 12:49:28 | 98.53 | 93% |
| 1110 | 2014-04-11 10:44:29 | 84.21 | 85% |
| 1037 | 2014-04-10 09:07:16 | 86.65 | 86% |
| 866 | 2014-03-17 03:16:19 | 95.06 | 90% |
| 262 | 2012-10-11 06:03:20 | 90.02 | 92% |