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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 877 | 2011-07-24 22:16:35 | 118.15 | 99% |
| 872 | 2011-07-20 13:06:21 | 117.96 | 99% |
| 801 | 2011-03-05 22:19:55 | 103.79 | |
| 710 | 2011-02-15 14:33:36 | 111.65 | |
| 682 | 2011-02-07 12:08:19 | 108.13 | |
| 126 | 2009-03-06 02:14:40 | 102.59 |