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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2799 | 2011-11-21 18:51:01 | 53.99 | 92% |
| 2700 | 2011-10-27 19:25:15 | 51.86 | 89% |
| 2688 | 2011-10-27 19:10:26 | 55.53 | 93% |
| 2137 | 2011-09-16 00:28:23 | 57.46 | 97% |
| 2026 | 2011-08-25 21:10:44 | 53.59 | 95% |
| 1798 | 2011-07-26 23:07:55 | 43.94 | 88% |
| 1227 | 2011-06-14 02:48:48 | 47.39 | 93% |