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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4003 | 2012-08-03 00:12:44 | 84.40 | 97% |
| 3510 | 2012-05-02 23:07:38 | 82.20 | 96% |
| 3359 | 2012-04-08 00:50:06 | 84.31 | 94% |
| 3247 | 2012-03-27 15:47:04 | 76.76 | 94% |
| 3220 | 2012-03-24 02:04:23 | 78.19 | 93% |
| 2474 | 2012-01-08 16:47:59 | 71.82 | 92% |
| 1666 | 2011-12-29 15:29:13 | 68.26 | 91% |
| 1643 | 2011-12-28 22:27:15 | 72.59 | 95% |
| 1641 | 2011-12-28 22:24:59 | 67.83 | 92% |
| 1048 | 2011-12-12 05:22:47 | 70.00 | 96% |
| 459 | 2011-10-17 00:21:50 | 67.46 | 94% |