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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1184 | 2012-05-08 23:22:25 | 139.92 | 97% |
| 345 | 2012-01-05 05:46:37 | 138.92 | 97% |
| 175 | 2011-12-26 02:15:27 | 118.52 | 90% |
| 47 | 2011-11-15 05:04:03 | 116.09 | 90% |