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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5201 | 2013-02-25 12:29:03 | 49.60 | 88% |
| 5037 | 2013-02-24 15:00:51 | 57.76 | 91% |
| 2809 | 2013-02-08 00:35:12 | 52.02 | 88% |
| 1847 | 2013-02-03 09:03:04 | 58.08 | 90% |
| 1440 | 2013-02-01 11:10:59 | 56.12 | 91% |
| 1349 | 2013-02-01 01:27:41 | 51.02 | 87% |
| 1102 | 2013-01-30 05:52:48 | 60.94 | 92% |
| 1083 | 2013-01-30 04:51:39 | 52.84 | 88% |
| 508 | 2013-01-20 05:42:08 | 54.61 | 91% |
| 162 | 2013-01-10 07:37:15 | 50.83 | 91% |
| 22 | 2013-01-09 10:43:38 | 44.33 | 84% |