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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2586 | 2011-08-05 04:51:41 | 69.26 | 93% |
| 2511 | 2011-08-01 10:47:27 | 73.28 | 94% |
| 2504 | 2011-08-01 10:38:38 | 69.29 | 94% |
| 1631 | 2011-07-07 05:26:07 | 59.27 | 91% |
| 1590 | 2011-07-07 02:32:26 | 65.78 | 97% |
| 1273 | 2011-06-30 09:31:16 | 66.25 | 94% |
| 1159 | 2011-06-29 09:02:07 | 64.28 | 94% |
| 925 | 2011-06-22 08:21:27 | 69.35 | 95% |