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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1317 | 2011-12-25 02:55:47 | 105.11 | 94% |
| 1191 | 2009-12-21 02:26:46 | 85.96 | |
| 1118 | 2009-01-18 20:00:41 | 75.71 | |
| 854 | 2008-11-16 05:00:14 | 85.26 |