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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2048 | 2012-12-27 02:04:01 | 55.31 | 90% |
| 1807 | 2012-09-23 18:46:15 | 52.56 | 91% |
| 894 | 2012-06-01 01:45:06 | 45.68 | 93% |
| 229 | 2012-05-01 01:33:16 | 27.70 | 79% |
| 108 | 2012-04-29 03:09:38 | 29.95 | 86% |