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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2154 | 2011-05-22 17:01:22 | 61.13 | 87% |
| 1757 | 2011-02-16 15:16:14 | 70.59 | |
| 1598 | 2011-01-31 05:28:33 | 68.95 | |
| 1341 | 2011-01-19 18:12:39 | 59.46 | |
| 653 | 2010-12-23 16:20:00 | 57.48 | |
| 59 | 2010-11-26 18:32:21 | 44.36 |