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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 413 | 2015-05-29 07:58:32 | 102.71 | 95% |
| 313 | 2014-03-24 23:33:05 | 112.40 | 99% |
| 258 | 2012-02-05 16:50:27 | 113.39 | 97% |
| 87 | 2010-05-18 18:14:36 | 104.43 |