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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1483 | 2013-12-29 17:01:25 | 70.48 | 95% |
| 1236 | 2011-12-25 13:42:50 | 70.55 | 95% |
| 1056 | 2010-04-22 08:28:30 | 65.59 | |
| 909 | 2009-12-19 07:37:05 | 63.10 | |
| 609 | 2009-07-15 12:29:43 | 58.33 | |
| 480 | 2009-06-23 13:29:31 | 61.53 | |
| 351 | 2009-05-18 11:32:38 | 49.71 |