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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 661 | 2011-10-13 08:18:25 | 65.53 | 95% |
| 650 | 2011-10-03 12:31:53 | 61.16 | 96% |
| 393 | 2011-06-30 13:23:00 | 54.85 | 93% |
| 387 | 2011-06-27 10:17:31 | 57.36 | 93% |
| 28 | 2011-05-27 13:28:39 | 46.66 | 92% |