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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1089 | 2011-05-14 01:47:35 | 95.93 | 97% |
| 1054 | 2011-05-10 02:11:48 | 85.43 | 94% |
| 395 | 2010-11-25 03:27:57 | 90.80 | |
| 257 | 2010-11-22 21:24:54 | 88.65 |