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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1233 | 2012-09-01 17:31:40 | 52.98 | 92% |
| 1141 | 2012-08-26 14:32:24 | 49.67 | 91% |
| 837 | 2012-08-18 13:53:25 | 57.77 | 97% |
| 676 | 2012-08-14 14:18:31 | 51.70 | 94% |
| 152 | 2012-06-05 16:55:19 | 42.42 | 96% |