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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1073 | 2012-09-26 11:35:42 | 55.51 | 92% |
| 1023 | 2012-09-25 11:04:10 | 55.65 | 92% |
| 1012 | 2012-09-25 04:38:49 | 42.58 | 82% |
| 579 | 2011-08-26 10:35:14 | 42.79 | 91% |
| 478 | 2011-08-18 06:30:19 | 41.83 | 91% |