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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1332 | 2014-03-18 14:34:38 | 44.42 | 96% |
| 1227 | 2014-02-15 18:02:30 | 41.46 | 94% |
| 671 | 2013-04-18 13:51:00 | 29.90 | 90% |
| 467 | 2013-04-09 07:35:37 | 28.31 | 92% |