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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3552 | 2014-11-02 05:59:07 | 55.15 | 88% |
| 3185 | 2013-11-04 13:02:24 | 41.10 | 89% |
| 2970 | 2013-10-11 00:10:25 | 51.41 | 87% |
| 2316 | 2013-08-02 12:46:38 | 57.97 | 94% |
| 2247 | 2013-07-28 13:46:57 | 58.55 | 91% |
| 578 | 2013-06-06 13:56:06 | 45.93 | 94% |