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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 823 | 2014-11-10 18:10:53 | 88.70 | 93% |
| 541 | 2014-03-21 14:20:40 | 89.31 | 94% |
| 183 | 2013-09-30 16:55:24 | 78.96 | 92% |
| 149 | 2013-04-26 12:45:08 | 64.85 | 89% |