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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 283 | 2015-02-07 15:35:48 | 87.98 | 93% |
| 172 | 2013-03-02 16:15:26 | 86.19 | 92% |
| 79 | 2012-08-29 00:06:57 | 80.22 | 95% |
| 49 | 2010-03-09 17:27:30 | 74.53 | |
| 27 | 2010-03-04 16:53:16 | 78.17 |