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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1424 | 2011-05-07 09:22:02 | 84.19 | 97% |
| 1286 | 2011-05-02 16:58:30 | 76.93 | |
| 599 | 2011-04-22 16:17:53 | 68.36 | |
| 542 | 2011-04-22 14:50:29 | 62.52 | |
| 438 | 2011-04-22 12:07:00 | 69.64 | |
| 291 | 2011-04-20 18:02:59 | 77.37 |