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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3507 | 2012-09-24 20:05:08 | 142.26 | 100% |
| 3272 | 2012-09-12 20:15:44 | 113.69 | 95% |
| 3192 | 2012-09-10 18:00:48 | 113.22 | 95% |
| 2876 | 2012-07-07 04:30:44 | 101.21 | 93% |
| 2700 | 2012-06-04 11:39:39 | 121.44 | 97% |
| 1978 | 2012-05-10 19:42:26 | 110.95 | 93% |
| 1281 | 2012-05-04 07:36:18 | 104.78 | 92% |
| 715 | 2012-04-13 06:13:06 | 134.03 | 98% |
| 590 | 2012-04-11 22:43:54 | 91.54 | 88% |
| 447 | 2012-04-10 20:27:35 | 122.40 | 96% |
| 229 | 2012-04-08 22:53:49 | 126.27 | 99% |