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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1956 | 2013-06-07 05:46:20 | 102.02 | 97% |
| 1837 | 2013-01-13 10:15:43 | 95.24 | 97% |
| 1630 | 2012-12-24 23:30:08 | 114.27 | 97% |
| 1408 | 2012-12-11 11:09:35 | 88.33 | 95% |
| 1062 | 2012-11-23 07:09:15 | 92.75 | 93% |
| 1031 | 2012-11-22 12:51:48 | 85.39 | 93% |
| 920 | 2012-11-18 12:09:41 | 107.45 | 95% |
| 362 | 2012-10-22 11:14:08 | 83.53 | 95% |
| 346 | 2012-10-22 10:43:39 | 94.13 | 98% |