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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 492 | 2012-03-11 10:43:43 | 104.94 | 93% |
| 342 | 2012-02-27 08:43:27 | 107.55 | 94% |
| 210 | 2012-02-25 21:45:10 | 93.59 | 91% |
| 188 | 2012-02-25 21:12:03 | 99.52 | 97% |