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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1162 | 2013-11-07 04:05:20 | 56.59 | 92% |
| 1131 | 2013-11-01 08:18:34 | 65.68 | 93% |
| 728 | 2013-10-08 05:25:41 | 67.34 | 94% |
| 601 | 2013-09-10 11:53:59 | 53.18 | 88% |
| 308 | 2013-08-14 12:10:37 | 51.83 | 89% |