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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 993 | 2014-02-17 12:32:09 | 55.82 | 94% |
| 923 | 2014-02-16 07:53:58 | 64.00 | 98% |
| 831 | 2014-02-09 16:27:37 | 53.45 | 91% |
| 665 | 2014-02-06 15:33:21 | 43.21 | 88% |
| 543 | 2014-02-05 05:57:55 | 55.63 | 94% |
| 462 | 2014-02-03 11:37:49 | 45.81 | 88% |
| 338 | 2014-02-02 16:00:15 | 53.05 | 94% |
| 232 | 2014-02-02 11:21:25 | 52.03 | 94% |