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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1141 | 2013-08-25 17:36:07 | 43.50 | 93% |
| 982 | 2011-11-08 15:49:25 | 48.36 | 96% |
| 943 | 2011-11-08 08:25:49 | 53.65 | 97% |
| 488 | 2011-10-06 10:21:18 | 45.81 | 93% |
| 244 | 2011-10-03 06:48:00 | 42.22 | 95% |
| 40 | 2011-09-28 06:28:37 | 37.95 | 91% |