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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1214 | 2012-03-10 20:33:51 | 116.71 | 97% |
| 709 | 2009-03-29 02:51:58 | 84.32 | |
| 676 | 2009-03-03 03:59:55 | 79.71 | |
| 532 | 2008-11-14 02:56:50 | 70.31 | |
| 420 | 2008-10-31 23:02:09 | 74.22 |