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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2655 | 2011-06-27 23:33:49 | 72.94 | 87% |
| 2614 | 2011-06-27 22:40:20 | 88.20 | 95% |
| 2401 | 2011-06-02 22:29:17 | 74.46 | 90% |
| 1688 | 2011-04-05 17:31:13 | 68.68 | |
| 1461 | 2011-04-01 21:59:37 | 74.76 | |
| 921 | 2011-03-17 17:20:20 | 74.82 | |
| 825 | 2011-03-17 01:02:29 | 89.49 | |
| 730 | 2011-03-15 04:53:05 | 74.60 | |
| 449 | 2011-03-11 01:22:57 | 72.17 |