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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 407 | 2011-08-13 00:51:26 | 49.95 | 94% |
| 325 | 2011-07-28 01:57:34 | 49.98 | 87% |
| 320 | 2011-07-28 01:51:16 | 59.11 | 92% |
| 286 | 2011-07-27 08:35:20 | 62.07 | 94% |
| 167 | 2011-07-16 01:02:12 | 67.41 | 96% |