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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2010 | 2012-04-17 03:34:25 | 54.95 | 93% |
| 1844 | 2011-06-22 18:48:24 | 50.68 | 92% |
| 1562 | 2011-01-29 15:32:26 | 48.28 | |
| 1167 | 2010-08-02 19:17:07 | 46.79 | |
| 1149 | 2010-08-02 10:42:08 | 54.73 | |
| 318 | 2009-05-03 19:01:31 | 47.92 | |
| 295 | 2009-05-03 00:22:27 | 43.15 |