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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2358 | 2011-08-04 21:39:49 | 66.04 | 90% |
| 2112 | 2011-05-16 22:13:18 | 56.88 | 85% |
| 1474 | 2011-02-07 21:55:56 | 62.62 | |
| 1264 | 2010-11-01 20:48:58 | 60.77 | |
| 612 | 2010-09-09 21:25:52 | 43.23 | |
| 534 | 2010-09-07 20:55:53 | 58.97 |