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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1218 | 2014-07-02 23:44:24 | 96.12 | 98% |
| 1135 | 2014-02-19 23:57:24 | 62.07 | 92% |
| 840 | 2012-12-20 22:16:28 | 64.22 | 88% |
| 690 | 2012-10-29 19:48:51 | 83.34 | 98% |
| 478 | 2012-10-03 19:32:22 | 71.06 | 93% |