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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1623 | 2012-05-12 23:17:39 | 121.36 | 92% |
| 1413 | 2012-05-03 03:51:08 | 143.15 | 97% |
| 1167 | 2011-01-18 01:35:42 | 114.93 | |
| 1008 | 2009-05-27 01:32:58 | 107.10 | |
| 793 | 2009-05-10 17:24:46 | 114.01 | |
| 384 | 2009-01-01 02:01:28 | 106.41 | |
| 106 | 2008-12-31 02:34:10 | 103.07 |