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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1663 | 2012-06-11 14:08:59 | 81.65 | 97% |
| 1233 | 2011-07-28 04:31:38 | 80.90 | 99% |
| 1220 | 2011-07-27 21:54:50 | 81.61 | 99% |
| 581 | 2011-04-24 21:07:41 | 60.95 | |
| 329 | 2011-04-15 17:05:20 | 62.42 |