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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3307 | 2013-05-01 15:30:28 | 109.61 | 95% |
| 2779 | 2013-03-26 21:43:13 | 90.88 | 89% |
| 2694 | 2013-03-26 20:31:57 | 96.88 | 91% |
| 2306 | 2011-01-03 03:43:27 | 114.02 | |
| 1721 | 2010-12-14 01:47:53 | 116.22 | |
| 1632 | 2010-12-07 18:24:43 | 99.68 | |
| 432 | 2010-10-31 18:23:56 | 106.25 | |
| 314 | 2010-10-25 00:45:18 | 102.74 |