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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3158 | 2011-10-28 05:30:04 | 51.81 | 86% |
| 2552 | 2011-10-20 07:21:47 | 44.87 | 84% |
| 2218 | 2011-10-17 05:27:51 | 49.10 | 84% |
| 1759 | 2011-10-10 04:18:50 | 42.82 | 88% |
| 1592 | 2011-10-06 02:11:47 | 44.54 | 88% |
| 1051 | 2011-09-30 05:37:46 | 38.81 | 86% |
| 740 | 2011-09-26 10:23:13 | 39.17 | 86% |
| 594 | 2011-09-26 04:45:51 | 45.47 | 89% |