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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2695 | 2012-04-17 08:47:33 | 83.81 | 91% |
| 2580 | 2012-04-14 23:38:51 | 83.45 | 88% |
| 1930 | 2012-02-18 06:23:00 | 90.95 | 93% |
| 1607 | 2012-01-13 01:40:04 | 85.21 | 92% |
| 1081 | 2011-05-13 07:53:49 | 73.18 | 87% |
| 1074 | 2011-05-12 09:00:12 | 93.62 | 96% |
| 1052 | 2011-05-12 06:49:02 | 82.74 | 92% |
| 949 | 2011-05-08 23:29:32 | 90.79 | 93% |
| 901 | 2011-05-04 04:30:05 | 88.04 | 92% |