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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1559 | 2012-03-06 19:09:38 | 61.57 | 92% |
| 1528 | 2012-01-21 00:19:44 | 61.76 | 94% |
| 675 | 2010-04-30 18:50:12 | 62.38 | |
| 593 | 2010-02-21 22:01:08 | 56.25 | |
| 308 | 2010-01-03 23:40:20 | 46.46 | |
| 37 | 2009-11-08 20:26:38 | 36.05 |