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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2891 | 2011-11-07 19:30:00 | 74.53 | 91% |
| 2311 | 2011-08-25 16:28:35 | 80.73 | 97% |
| 1898 | 2011-08-11 12:41:37 | 68.12 | 94% |
| 943 | 2011-06-01 12:42:27 | 67.38 | 94% |