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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 747 | 2013-07-19 09:42:57 | 98.18 | 96% |
| 625 | 2013-06-27 10:15:43 | 93.13 | 95% |
| 517 | 2013-06-11 10:18:42 | 90.97 | 94% |
| 448 | 2013-06-06 09:11:59 | 98.49 | 97% |
| 53 | 2013-05-09 09:06:21 | 80.49 | 95% |