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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1125 | 2011-12-12 05:02:59 | 104.10 | 96% |
| 1005 | 2011-12-08 23:33:38 | 61.80 | 95% |
| 799 | 2011-11-27 20:09:11 | 105.75 | 99% |
| 792 | 2011-11-27 19:00:34 | 117.40 | 99% |