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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1043 | 2011-08-14 21:26:02 | 59.78 | 94% |
| 898 | 2011-08-09 22:43:21 | 50.44 | 91% |
| 859 | 2011-08-05 20:36:31 | 51.56 | 92% |
| 706 | 2011-08-01 17:33:42 | 48.22 | 93% |
| 632 | 2011-07-30 16:29:18 | 49.79 | 93% |
| 380 | 2011-07-25 08:47:42 | 34.86 | 81% |
| 294 | 2011-07-22 00:44:04 | 45.42 | 91% |
| 154 | 2011-06-10 13:09:20 | 46.92 | 97% |