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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1092 | 2012-04-09 13:56:53 | 105.77 | 99% |
| 820 | 2011-12-12 17:40:04 | 89.80 | 97% |
| 282 | 2011-08-27 02:52:56 | 71.59 | 97% |
| 78 | 2011-08-08 15:52:08 | 56.89 | 96% |
| 66 | 2011-08-05 04:30:30 | 62.57 | 99% |