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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2355 | 2013-11-27 09:23:14 | 77.87 | 97% |
| 2094 | 2013-11-21 05:08:43 | 78.26 | 97% |
| 923 | 2009-04-26 12:02:59 | 67.44 | |
| 164 | 2009-02-09 12:54:38 | 65.22 | |
| 156 | 2009-02-04 13:25:58 | 63.71 | |
| 1 | 2008-08-10 11:19:47 | 58.81 |