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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2243 | 2013-05-23 15:45:12 | 78.68 | 91% |
| 1323 | 2010-12-22 17:31:04 | 81.14 | |
| 867 | 2010-12-18 07:52:18 | 82.12 | |
| 780 | 2010-12-17 05:45:02 | 86.12 | |
| 772 | 2010-12-17 05:31:42 | 82.13 | |
| 768 | 2010-12-17 04:57:56 | 86.72 | |
| 733 | 2010-12-16 09:12:03 | 84.89 | |
| 599 | 2010-12-12 20:12:09 | 79.92 | |
| 172 | 2010-09-13 04:30:43 | 65.47 |