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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1365 | 2014-04-09 14:32:03 | 114.44 | 95% |
| 993 | 2012-03-06 03:16:23 | 105.97 | 89% |
| 805 | 2012-03-02 02:09:32 | 116.44 | 93% |
| 665 | 2012-02-27 02:13:42 | 106.44 | 92% |
| 536 | 2012-02-19 05:18:35 | 108.17 | 93% |
| 356 | 2011-09-28 12:25:34 | 86.09 | 91% |
| 78 | 2011-01-06 03:26:45 | 88.76 |