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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2058 | 2011-08-16 13:19:04 | 82.08 | 90% |
| 1911 | 2011-07-28 11:56:27 | 84.68 | 93% |
| 1712 | 2011-07-08 14:09:12 | 89.22 | 92% |
| 1687 | 2011-07-07 19:05:54 | 95.08 | 97% |
| 1395 | 2011-04-10 09:59:32 | 79.11 | |
| 538 | 2009-05-16 12:34:55 | 90.01 | |
| 519 | 2009-05-13 13:46:24 | 74.51 |