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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 256 | 2013-09-07 00:01:19 | 95.55 | 95% |
| 196 | 2013-01-06 09:32:29 | 81.65 | 91% |
| 118 | 2012-12-12 00:28:47 | 107.66 | 98% |
| 19 | 2012-10-31 04:24:54 | 93.37 | 97% |