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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 905 | 2011-05-12 14:24:21 | 63.64 | 97% |
| 710 | 2011-04-06 18:51:01 | 58.91 | 99% |
| 407 | 2011-03-27 21:09:02 | 33.60 | |
| 148 | 2009-06-01 00:42:06 | 32.01 |