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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1611 | 2012-11-26 12:08:20 | 58.73 | 99% |
| 1504 | 2012-10-15 05:27:50 | 57.06 | 100% |
| 1260 | 2012-09-20 06:25:23 | 51.45 | 99% |
| 796 | 2012-07-20 07:49:11 | 54.63 | 100% |
| 398 | 2012-06-01 04:40:53 | 46.64 | 97% |