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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2449 | 2012-04-16 07:38:31 | 58.59 | 93% |
| 2106 | 2012-04-13 09:30:26 | 55.27 | 92% |
| 1877 | 2012-04-10 14:13:12 | 48.81 | 87% |
| 1055 | 2012-03-30 13:55:19 | 48.61 | 94% |
| 711 | 2012-03-28 08:47:56 | 43.85 | 89% |
| 81 | 2012-03-14 03:01:43 | 40.82 | 94% |