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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3381 | 2013-05-02 15:00:35 | 61.86 | 97% |
| 3023 | 2013-04-05 15:58:47 | 65.58 | 95% |
| 2778 | 2013-03-27 15:56:14 | 49.09 | 91% |
| 750 | 2013-02-11 21:25:05 | 52.52 | 92% |