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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1753 | 2013-02-27 18:41:48 | 60.67 | 92% |
| 1707 | 2013-02-27 17:08:42 | 72.74 | 98% |
| 1587 | 2013-02-24 18:05:40 | 68.40 | 96% |
| 1566 | 2013-02-22 09:00:48 | 63.63 | 92% |
| 1470 | 2013-02-20 07:42:42 | 58.86 | 92% |
| 1365 | 2013-02-15 05:19:39 | 66.30 | 90% |
| 743 | 2013-01-26 21:13:45 | 67.60 | 95% |
| 161 | 2013-01-03 07:29:58 | 45.65 | 89% |