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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1618 | 2012-04-29 17:18:35 | 46.01 | 90% |
| 1577 | 2012-04-22 13:09:53 | 49.10 | 91% |
| 1493 | 2012-03-12 04:03:44 | 55.51 | 96% |
| 1422 | 2011-11-11 01:22:28 | 49.65 | 94% |
| 711 | 2011-08-28 20:24:40 | 41.47 | 89% |
| 575 | 2011-07-31 14:22:34 | 33.64 | 88% |