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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1599 | 2012-11-26 23:43:54 | 89.51 | 96% |
| 1304 | 2012-11-09 14:11:53 | 95.45 | 97% |
| 1172 | 2012-11-08 13:06:16 | 80.21 | 93% |
| 1055 | 2012-11-07 03:24:25 | 98.91 | 99% |
| 778 | 2012-10-30 17:44:27 | 92.55 | 98% |
| 558 | 2012-10-26 18:57:17 | 88.75 | 95% |
| 526 | 2012-10-26 18:09:16 | 87.55 | 98% |
| 141 | 2012-10-20 18:49:22 | 75.92 | 95% |