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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1492 | 2012-12-14 23:41:53 | 58.78 | 92% |
| 485 | 2012-11-05 18:47:18 | 37.31 | 88% |
| 452 | 2012-11-02 14:54:58 | 56.87 | 98% |
| 446 | 2012-11-01 17:35:53 | 53.28 | 94% |
| 102 | 2012-10-23 16:22:12 | 41.23 | 87% |