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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1390 | 2012-05-04 17:58:55 | 69.67 | 93% |
| 1080 | 2012-03-19 17:23:33 | 75.74 | 99% |
| 1075 | 2012-03-19 02:34:31 | 73.35 | 91% |
| 988 | 2012-02-28 18:49:51 | 71.56 | 89% |
| 897 | 2012-02-13 19:13:08 | 81.20 | 91% |
| 804 | 2012-01-27 19:39:56 | 64.36 | 88% |
| 442 | 2011-11-17 18:50:50 | 54.50 | 97% |
| 179 | 2011-10-19 22:19:38 | 44.17 | 80% |