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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 496 | 2012-08-17 20:28:21 | 124.08 | 95% |
| 489 | 2012-08-16 20:01:46 | 131.22 | 98% |
| 471 | 2012-08-16 11:10:02 | 118.80 | 95% |
| 254 | 2012-05-28 16:50:30 | 135.61 | 99% |
| 222 | 2012-05-20 03:46:29 | 123.44 | 96% |
| 164 | 2012-04-07 18:23:47 | 131.57 | 99% |
| 124 | 2011-03-21 11:58:30 | 130.09 |