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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1675 | 2011-11-26 20:32:06 | 66.63 | 93% |
| 1284 | 2011-09-20 19:43:49 | 70.83 | 98% |
| 1045 | 2011-09-11 11:18:36 | 71.97 | 96% |
| 570 | 2011-08-13 14:42:01 | 71.30 | 99% |
| 234 | 2011-07-26 07:08:37 | 59.52 | 98% |