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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 680 | 2013-06-20 17:35:51 | 78.44 | 88% |
| 453 | 2010-01-03 23:27:24 | 66.53 | |
| 346 | 2009-12-04 21:38:32 | 77.57 | |
| 277 | 2009-11-26 19:08:45 | 71.33 | |
| 262 | 2009-11-26 02:49:56 | 75.85 |