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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2448 | 2012-07-14 13:27:48 | 71.16 | 97% |
| 2189 | 2011-03-30 22:07:19 | 57.20 | |
| 1055 | 2010-11-20 15:32:27 | 63.43 | |
| 963 | 2010-11-18 22:32:21 | 57.01 | |
| 744 | 2010-11-16 21:08:28 | 74.41 | |
| 601 | 2010-11-13 22:30:47 | 62.59 | |
| 423 | 2010-11-10 01:06:22 | 66.52 | |
| 158 | 2010-10-26 21:23:22 | 61.22 |