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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1626 | 2013-04-29 16:08:12 | 80.87 | 93% |
| 1460 | 2013-04-28 15:57:16 | 88.27 | 95% |
| 1423 | 2013-04-28 12:23:19 | 88.06 | 95% |
| 1374 | 2013-04-28 06:12:04 | 89.76 | 94% |
| 1170 | 2013-04-26 12:43:57 | 81.17 | 93% |
| 932 | 2013-04-22 11:43:53 | 80.79 | 91% |
| 797 | 2013-04-15 12:27:07 | 82.08 | 92% |
| 307 | 2013-04-06 08:19:06 | 79.40 | 92% |
| 165 | 2013-04-04 11:38:52 | 91.89 | 96% |