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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2502 | 2016-03-11 00:09:37 | 79.92 | 94% |
| 1575 | 2010-05-07 23:03:59 | 73.88 | |
| 1346 | 2010-04-24 18:08:39 | 75.02 | |
| 861 | 2010-04-11 15:58:43 | 86.86 | |
| 829 | 2010-04-11 14:58:52 | 75.19 | |
| 449 | 2009-10-16 02:47:16 | 64.84 | |
| 411 | 2009-10-05 23:28:59 | 73.49 | |
| 109 | 2009-01-01 20:17:46 | 66.09 |