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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1486 | 2011-07-18 14:24:03 | 52.63 | 87% |
| 1347 | 2011-04-13 02:22:56 | 48.66 | |
| 1105 | 2011-02-26 15:46:48 | 49.65 | |
| 183 | 2011-01-28 14:11:00 | 34.16 |