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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1334 | 2011-11-24 06:57:07 | 162.62 | 98% |
| 980 | 2011-09-18 19:54:04 | 151.64 | 92% |
| 530 | 2011-08-11 20:22:22 | 150.69 | 96% |
| 238 | 2011-07-08 05:49:24 | 154.02 | 97% |