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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2248 | 2015-06-12 18:26:17 | 102.09 | 98% |
| 2053 | 2015-01-15 11:37:49 | 86.17 | 96% |
| 956 | 2014-12-11 22:27:24 | 80.58 | 95% |
| 427 | 2011-10-20 20:58:44 | 66.88 | 97% |
| 66 | 2011-10-11 07:53:38 | 61.15 | 94% |