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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1853 | 2011-12-18 18:22:08 | 95.55 | 93% |
| 1818 | 2011-12-15 18:19:39 | 68.27 | 85% |
| 1484 | 2011-11-27 20:20:11 | 98.17 | 93% |
| 1406 | 2011-11-25 18:50:02 | 83.93 | 92% |
| 1019 | 2011-11-01 14:26:19 | 80.49 | 95% |
| 724 | 2011-09-07 15:21:57 | 74.78 | 91% |
| 264 | 2011-08-21 15:13:29 | 68.86 | 89% |