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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1040 | 2012-12-25 08:29:30 | 63.26 | 96% |
| 920 | 2012-09-24 02:50:59 | 60.43 | 94% |
| 750 | 2012-09-03 04:18:33 | 59.47 | 96% |
| 651 | 2012-08-27 03:41:27 | 59.83 | 97% |
| 455 | 2012-08-15 08:36:46 | 48.90 | 97% |
| 413 | 2012-08-14 19:38:13 | 44.51 | 94% |