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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1490 | 2012-09-25 08:34:31 | 84.15 | 94% |
| 1331 | 2012-09-21 03:13:42 | 86.45 | 95% |
| 1163 | 2012-09-15 00:17:54 | 92.17 | 96% |
| 1155 | 2012-09-12 09:53:41 | 91.06 | 96% |
| 803 | 2012-08-18 13:39:47 | 90.99 | 97% |
| 351 | 2008-12-17 09:20:45 | 89.87 | |
| 306 | 2008-12-12 04:33:45 | 78.18 |