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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 868 | 2011-08-26 10:24:40 | 89.55 | 99% |
| 697 | 2011-08-14 05:12:16 | 84.56 | 97% |
| 656 | 2011-08-12 01:00:50 | 76.96 | 98% |
| 543 | 2011-08-07 12:34:25 | 75.17 | 94% |
| 186 | 2011-08-01 13:11:01 | 92.68 | 99% |