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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1607 | 2014-09-01 16:45:16 | 89.20 | 92% |
| 1235 | 2014-08-29 08:05:34 | 95.41 | 96% |
| 1175 | 2014-08-29 06:55:23 | 93.12 | 96% |
| 831 | 2014-03-01 19:11:25 | 80.76 | 95% |
| 829 | 2014-03-01 19:09:39 | 73.50 | 92% |
| 317 | 2013-11-11 19:22:30 | 79.21 | 95% |