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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 290 | 2013-04-07 12:22:27 | 91.68 | 98% |
| 276 | 2013-04-06 12:42:34 | 84.38 | 95% |
| 231 | 2013-03-29 00:35:22 | 79.58 | 95% |
| 45 | 2013-03-07 07:14:33 | 79.95 | 95% |