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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1003 | 2013-04-22 15:23:37 | 74.92 | 98% |
| 684 | 2013-03-08 18:53:33 | 66.94 | 95% |
| 448 | 2013-02-25 20:44:03 | 69.11 | 94% |
| 256 | 2013-02-06 16:42:55 | 63.87 | 92% |
| 29 | 2012-11-19 19:35:55 | 49.95 | 88% |