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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1838 | 2011-06-13 15:37:29 | 74.38 | 94% |
| 1530 | 2011-04-26 12:03:54 | 65.50 | |
| 715 | 2011-04-04 10:50:55 | 54.71 | |
| 699 | 2011-03-14 15:12:05 | 75.96 | |
| 451 | 2011-01-29 11:38:39 | 69.30 | |
| 49 | 2011-01-24 12:10:57 | 70.33 |