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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2612 | 2015-08-03 00:11:04 | 102.75 | 98% |
| 2374 | 2015-07-06 04:31:59 | 83.22 | 93% |
| 1344 | 2015-04-08 02:41:12 | 89.27 | 98% |
| 355 | 2014-12-26 04:44:02 | 98.78 | 99% |
| 319 | 2014-12-23 22:26:42 | 88.08 | 97% |
| 67 | 2014-12-21 06:27:35 | 80.82 | 96% |