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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 673 | 2011-05-09 15:15:29 | 69.05 | 90% |
| 650 | 2011-05-08 09:46:24 | 59.71 | 88% |
| 609 | 2011-05-01 21:47:48 | 58.11 | |
| 518 | 2010-11-11 05:41:06 | 51.31 |