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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1759 | 2014-12-31 14:36:05 | 82.92 | 99% |
| 1706 | 2014-11-28 12:45:49 | 57.33 | 88% |
| 1664 | 2014-09-14 16:39:57 | 75.51 | 95% |
| 1142 | 2014-05-31 13:01:28 | 74.36 | 93% |
| 930 | 2014-05-14 23:35:48 | 75.07 | 92% |
| 630 | 2014-04-26 19:05:22 | 71.67 | 93% |
| 422 | 2013-02-02 19:57:11 | 64.93 | 93% |