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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 998 | 2014-01-02 00:21:39 | 108.23 | 95% |
| 844 | 2013-09-20 00:44:35 | 116.42 | 94% |
| 145 | 2013-05-12 20:33:39 | 104.29 | 95% |
| 138 | 2013-05-12 20:27:00 | 118.17 | 96% |