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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3110 | 2011-11-02 19:48:49 | 57.08 | 89% |
| 2565 | 2011-05-21 14:31:42 | 55.55 | 92% |
| 2410 | 2011-03-17 10:02:19 | 59.41 | |
| 1911 | 2011-01-30 10:54:15 | 53.55 | |
| 1712 | 2011-01-27 04:53:43 | 52.44 | |
| 1436 | 2011-01-19 10:25:30 | 55.03 | |
| 1073 | 2011-01-07 10:00:08 | 54.20 | |
| 216 | 2010-12-13 09:22:43 | 41.74 | |
| 48 | 2010-12-04 15:06:02 | 37.57 |