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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2025 | 2011-10-29 12:46:00 | 95.20 | 96% |
| 1791 | 2011-10-17 01:35:25 | 89.37 | 96% |
| 1646 | 2011-10-12 16:54:14 | 96.64 | 98% |
| 1378 | 2011-10-06 09:05:21 | 100.36 | 98% |
| 753 | 2011-09-09 14:47:21 | 88.14 | 95% |
| 655 | 2011-09-05 17:41:02 | 82.86 | 93% |
| 479 | 2011-09-03 14:45:59 | 76.80 | 93% |
| 435 | 2011-09-03 11:23:49 | 93.21 | 96% |