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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1455 | 2013-12-02 04:32:37 | 69.87 | 95% |
| 1445 | 2013-12-01 16:19:20 | 67.92 | 95% |
| 1299 | 2013-10-26 06:54:11 | 58.17 | 91% |
| 723 | 2013-10-10 14:36:36 | 61.55 | 98% |
| 368 | 2013-10-04 14:10:55 | 54.94 | 97% |
| 120 | 2013-09-29 07:46:56 | 49.49 | 96% |
| 28 | 2013-09-22 11:29:43 | 37.49 | 92% |