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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2871 | 2012-12-19 16:50:42 | 84.70 | 96% |
| 2702 | 2012-12-04 22:12:45 | 75.74 | 95% |
| 2615 | 2012-09-13 16:37:51 | 75.24 | 97% |
| 2533 | 2012-01-27 17:12:05 | 73.48 | 92% |
| 1181 | 2010-12-06 12:16:26 | 61.69 | |
| 248 | 2010-07-19 10:42:34 | 51.03 |