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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 924 | 2011-08-11 09:55:23 | 92.47 | 97% |
| 873 | 2011-08-04 13:26:34 | 97.00 | 97% |
| 815 | 2011-08-02 11:46:18 | 93.66 | 96% |
| 646 | 2011-07-13 10:10:15 | 66.34 | 94% |