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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 578 | 2011-11-11 10:07:41 | 73.54 | 93% |
| 553 | 2011-11-11 06:24:30 | 74.47 | 96% |
| 402 | 2011-10-31 08:10:09 | 72.26 | 94% |
| 226 | 2011-10-27 05:09:52 | 78.85 | 98% |
| 83 | 2011-10-24 02:55:56 | 71.34 | 95% |