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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 843 | 2012-04-04 20:37:31 | 68.66 | 96% |
| 834 | 2012-04-03 19:39:29 | 63.14 | 95% |
| 757 | 2012-03-30 20:46:09 | 68.24 | 94% |
| 505 | 2012-03-27 17:47:01 | 68.30 | 95% |
| 171 | 2012-03-25 00:15:19 | 66.16 | 97% |
| 117 | 2012-03-24 18:26:53 | 66.20 | 97% |